Love Story by Thrakhath

[Thrakhath]

This is my 1st try to write a story. My native languege is Russian, my English is definitely not good, so, for translation i used, from time to time, sites like Google Translator. I will welcome any productive criticism. If something is unclear, please let me know, since not all stable phraseological units can be correctly translated from one language to another. Thanks!

OK. Name of this story is «Love Story». NO SEX here, just some passionate kissing. Many fights, but without anything fatal. For the author, a school is one institution (and one building) where students from 6-7 years old to 17-18 years old study.
Story based on works of artist, named Alessandro2012. You can find his works on DeviantArt and Patreon. Please keep in mind: Alessandro2012 is not a professional artist, so, faces of his girls  may look too childish. It's not like that!

This whole story took place in a parallel reality, which has several differences from our world. The main one is the "virus of power" that struck all of humanity 25-30 years ago.
HIV, AIDS and coronavirus are absent, instead of them, humanity was struck 25-30 years ago by the "virus of power". Men are only carriers of the virus and transmit it to subsequent generations. They don't get any harm or benefit from it.
The virus works only in female organisms, and there is a clear dependence: the more work— the more noticeable the result.
The first generation of infected are adult women who have already developed both physically and as individuals.
If the lady does nothing, nothing changes. If she trains irregularly, then after some time we get just a strong, athletic-looking young woman. If the workouts are regular, but carelessly, then she turns into someone with the figure of a professional swimmer, gymnast or a lightweight bodybuilder. If our heroine really WORKS HARD (in the sense of working hard, regularly and hard), then we just get a young woman built like a heavyweight bodybuilder or even more massive. The use of proteins, vitamins, anabolics and experimental semi-legal drugs does not cause harm, nothing fatal will happen. It's just that the results can be unpredictable.
The second generation of infected people is born, growing and forming as individuals under the influence of the virus of power in the body.
Boys are born just stronger in health and slightly larger.
Girls are different, they are called "Others"... They grow up earlier, they gain muscle mass at an explosive pace, they seem bulky, but in fact they are flexible, agile, react faster than ordinary mortals (well, that is, she can catch a fork that has fallen from the table earlier than an ordinary person, she will just notice the fall earlier and catch it faster). Their physical strength often amazes even their parents, who cannot pull half-ton barbells with such ease.
If you look at the portrait of a girl-"Other", you can decide that she is a couple of years younger than she really is.
Right now this generation is going through a hormonal explosion and teenage hypersexuality, so the "Other" girls flare up like matches, easily get into a fight and instantly cool down. If in our world this period usually ends by the age of 18, then in this world it clearly lasts longer. The main characters of this story are from 16 to 17 years old.
They love to demonstrate their own strength and their own superiority, in different ways, who is smart enough for what, someone bullies everyone who comes along, someone teases, someone brings words to white heat. But, they all feel when they are looked at with a mixture of fear and lust, and they like it (and older ones are also excited) and they all understand perfectly well that many simply do not dare to make a remark to them, and this also turns them on.
They are also pretty exhibitionists (meaning hooliganism, not sexual deviation) and lovers of outrageous. They absolutely do not understand why it is necessary to hide such a magnificent body under clothes, so they try to make do with a minimum of clothes, which, moreover, always bursts when it is not necessary. It is clear that the style of clothing depends on the climate. "Others", of course, are cold-resistant girls, but within reasonable limits.
The peculiarities of the character of the "Others" also lead to the fact that they are all very attentive to WHAT and to WHOM they say, since you must always be prepared for the fact that you will have to defend your thought with your fists. This also applies to ordinary people surrounding "Others" — a series of blows to the body or a hook to the jaw quickly accustom to politeness! Being always ready to back up their words with a couple of punches, the "Others" can't stand political correctness, believing that it's just a fear of getting hit in the forehead, disguised by verbal lace.
Due to the fact that the "Others" have much more muscle mass, the bones of their skeleton are much stronger and fractures happen less. The average weight of the girl is "Other" about a 100kg (~220 pounds). There are two physical training programs in schools, for ordinary students and for girls-"Others".
Girls-"Others" will listen only to someone who will have authority in their eyes. To do this, you need to be strict, fair, unbiased and patient with them. Be prepared for the fact that you will be tested for strength. Well, do not be afraid of them!
Girls-"Others" like all people - are different, most of them study more or less diligently and understand with what force to beat someone and when to stop, and someone, unable or unwilling to control himself, violates the law.

Love story

Anya walked along the school corridor unusually empty at this time of the day, she, as it often happened to her, was late, but, as always, did not worry about it at all. The mood was magnificent. She had a wonderful workout in the home gym, famously fought with the triplets who lived nearby ... She smiled, remembering how this red trio almost bursted with anger, but did not get into the fray.
— They know, redhead cats, that I'll beat them all three, she thought. The mood began to deteriorate, Anya remembered about that fight two weeks ago, when she clashed with the whole company of some strange guys... She was used to the fact that to be afraid in this school and in all yards in the neighborhood should ONLY HER. When she tried to explain that this is her territory, she was offended. The guys really were from somewhere from afar, because the gloomy glory of Anya-berserk was clearly not reached them. No one, of course, called it that in her eyes - for fear he would be beaten up, but she liked to hear whispers around: «thug... thug went...  Oh, what's going to be...»
Teacher and doctors explained to her about genes, chromosomes, about this strange virus, about the cunning heredity because of which she in her years passed in any door crouching, and in some even sideways. She was used to the fact that everyone was afraid of her (and diligently maintained this feeling in others). Her hatred for herself, however, annoyed her, but her self-esteem was flattered, that hated her SILENTLY, knowing that the open hatred she's gonna shove the speaker back into the throat.
Fights... since she began to increase in size (she began to train actively after overheard the conversation of parents with the doctor, who said that without physical activity she would get fat and could not live long), her character began to deteriorate, she lost her temper instantly and for nothing. She tried to hold back, but it doesn't always work, but often she did not want to restrain herself, and sometimes, the rage overwhelmed her, literally with his head, and then... then it was terrible.
It was the same that time. The leader of the company, in response to the offer to get out, insulted her, she instantly got angry and started a fight
As a result, four of the seven attackers in the hospital with fractures, two in intensive care, a talkative (and arrogant) leader miraculously survived and long to be moved with the stick and along the wall... when he gets back from rehab...
This was not the first "feat" of Anya-berserk, so she would be sent to a disciplinary special school for very aggressive Others, if not for that guy, Mishka(or Mike for english readers), who was younger than her for a year. He saw and heard everything from beginning to end and managed to convince everyone that she was provoked into a fight, and that her guilt was not there.
Then she miraculously avoided being sent to a disciplinary special school and it was not the place where Anya would like to go. About the procedures in the disciplinary special schools and the" cute girls", which were kept there were the most bad rumors that the local regime is supported by shockers and batons that every student stretches a bloody trail of several murders. And Misha pulled her out of this mess. This small and thin guy (next to her, however, everything seemed small and thin) over and over again, no matter who asked, he replied that she had nothing to do with those who provoked her and her opponents seemed to be drugged.
Anya smiled. She often caught on himself his admiring glances and never missed the opportunity to tease him, there passing by elastic gait, here stretching, somewhere holding a close look propping up the wall with blades and bent knee leg.
Ah! By the way, there he is! In two steps catching up Mishka, she put her hand on his shoulder.
— Hi! What are you doing up so late?
* * *
— Hi! What are you doing up so late?
Mishka sat down. He'd know that hand out of a thousand: a great big paw the size of his face with forever broken knuckles. Anya. Anya the bully. Anya-berserk. He could not tear his eyes from her as she passed by the elastic gait of the well-fed Panther, he watched enchantingly as her muscles rolled under the tanned skin. Just a bicep with his waist size! One time he even almost fell, he turned to look at her gorgeous powerful legs, which she placed on the Desk (Anna at this time could hardly keep carelessly-composed face, trying not to laugh).
Huge size, incredible physical power, independent character (rudeness, hot temper, disobedience, disregard for authority in terms of school administration), the ability to defend her point of view (promiscuity, pugnacity, aggression and cruelty), all this drove him crazy. For this he feared her and for that he adored her. She was his goddess... he could not speak of it, but in her presence he was embarrassed, blushed, stuttered at the thought that he would now tell her everything, and she would laugh at him. The only time he was eloquent was the trial over a fight two weeks ago, when Anya started a massive massacre with some guys who came in. Seeing that dubious company, he managed to dive into the bushes, until he was noticed and saw his goddess dealt with the newcomers. When he found out that the object of his adoration can be sent to a special school and realized that he can never see her again, he gathered and repeated over and over again that she was not to blame and, in the end, proved it!
* * *
But now ... now he could not say a word again!
— W-hello, Anya
— Listen, I wanted to ...
His phone vibrated in his pocket
— Sorry, Ann, I need to run away, let's talk later, OK?
Mishka could not know what avalanche he was stroll with these words, he was just in a hurry to meet his sister, who was waiting for him in the gym, and Mashka did not like to lose time...
* * *
Anya froze looked after Misha ... she was hurt, hurt and hurt, a tear rolled down her cheek... the Pain and resentment slowly burned into a rage...
Where was he in such a hurry? Ah! There we have a gym ... well, let's see what kind of sports this man is doing there! And she pulled away...
— Toptygina! Where Are you in such a hurry?
Physicist! It would be necessary to exhale and explain, it would not take much time, but Anya couldn't stop!
One! and a redhead slams into her right arm.
Two! and he flies to the floor from a powerful left blow in the ear.
— Ann! What are you doing?! It's...
— Get out!!
— Anyaaa! You're huge!
She exhaled and began to cool down slowly. Zhenya (Eugene) Bulochkin, nicknamed «Prince Eugene», she knew him, he was also one of her fans, only if the Misha adored her (and it was nice!), then Zhenya just wanted her and she managed to get pretty bored with his harassment.
— Wow! How much are you lifting?
— Half a ton?
Before she could blink, he put his hand on her breast...
— WOW! All muscles!
— And here too!
When his second hand was on her ass, the flame of her rage roared with a new force:
— Go boop cheerleaders, asshole!
And he "swam" from a blow left in the ear.
— Hands off, bitch!
Direct right in the solar plexus knocked the spirit of the unlucky suitor.
— Wanna to see me in all my glory ?! I'll show you all my glory!
Sitting down, she lifted him on her shoulders. Ripped all over the seams of the dress revealed her massive figure.
— Anechka, I'm sorry!
— Can you see well from above? Look from below!
Dropping him from the scruff, she put him on her knee and threw him on the floor. Zhenya later thanked fate for the fact that the knee of Anya-berserk hit his ass, or else he would live in a wheelchair.
— You got me, you asshole!
— It's a pity that Misha does not see me right now, flashed on the margins flooded by the fury of consciousness thought. Would appreciate it! Naked and blazing with rage, she looked even more gorgeous.
Opening the door of the locker with the inscription "E. Bulochkin "she pulled out a net shirt.
— Why does he need that thing, she thought, for seducing of cheerleaders?
Hearing a groan, turned around, saw that he opened his eyes. She sat down on one foot, the other one set aside, strained.
— Well?
Anya perched on top of him
— Look, look ... at something that you will not get!
— Ann, why are you doing this to me?!
The right fist pinned his head to the floor.
— It was an error, to boop me... without permission.
— Will there be a permit?
She threw his shirt aside and replaced the pose by squeezing his neck with her leg.
— You're going to breathe only with my permission, - she said kindly.
— It seems I have problems... thought Eugene. When she growls it's not terrible, but when she begins to purr, –  it is bad
But, to his surprise, Anya stood up, pulled a spare uniform and left.
* * *
Before the door to the gym, Mishka stopped, cleared his breath and opened the door
— Hello, Masha!
Masha was called his younger sister. They were the same age, but he was born a little earlier. Like all the girls that were born during the last fifteen years, Masha was born with a virus in the body and was predisposed to a quick set of muscle mass. She liked sports three years ago, all free time Mary thundered with iron in gyms, showing off her brother and everyone surrounding their progress.
He embraced his sister for an impressive bicep:
— Already managed to warm up?
— Yes. Hey. What took you so long?
— Yes, I'm here ...
— Okay, don't bother me, you'll tell me at home.
Masha raised her hands and stiffened.
— How am I to you?
— Great!
She chose the right pair of dumbbells:
— Okay. Let's get started!
And she broke her hands with 10 kilogram dumbbells in the sides. To the sides, to the chest ... To the sides, to the chest ... He loved to watch as his sister trains, although he often imagined on the spot a small but muscular Masha huge figure of her goddess. He shivered, the dialogue in the corridor clearly failed ...
From the world of dreams he was called by a metallic clang: the sister put the dumbbells on the stand.
— You grow today right in front of my eyes! Again, mom's «vitamins» stole?
— Yeah, - did not deny her sister.
He hugged her from behind at the waist, as if about to raise.
— My most beloved little sister, he whispered in her ear.
— Mike! Do not even think about it! My weight is 112 kilograms, you will burst!
She threw her hands behind her head and patted her brother on the head:
— Do you like me? She smiled ruefully.
«If I had not been your brother, I would definitely hit on you!» He was about to say, but then the gym door opened.
* * *
Anya threw open the gym door and saw him hugging some half-naked snot. She was literally shaken with rage, her eyes were covered with a red veil ... Anya-berserk took the place of Anya-the-bully. She did not explode with a whirlwind of blows, growling with rage, as she had in such cases, no, her fury suddenly flooded her whole and further it was sort of already and not her ... "Satori", other people would say in another country, what had happened to her.
* * *
— So this is the «sport» you come here so hurry!  a deceptively sweet voice sounded from behind.
— What does she want? - Masha asked her brother
Misha did not have time to answer - Anya wedged between them, putting her hands on their shoulders
— So, little angels, I'll stop your conversation? - affectionate purring of Anya-the-bully sounded threatening...
Mishka thought his neck was caught in a hydraulic grip when Anya grabbed him by the nape
— So you were rushing to her from me?!
— Don't touch him! snapped Mary
— Shut the fuck up! I'll talk to you later!
Without saying a word, Mary jumped with all his strength, slammed his fist in Anya's ear.
— The cat had teeth cut! - Anya smiled ... And grabbed Masha by her waist.
— Wait for me here, - with these words Anya threw the half-stifled guy aside, - do not go anywhere!
And with a turn, she slammed Masha from below into the jaw. Feeling that she was limp, she let her fall to the floor.
— What did he find in her, Anne thought, crouching over her victim.
— You... you... - came from behind.
She got up and turned to the guy:
— I'll teach you a little lesson: from me, if they escape, it's not far and short, okay?
— But I... Mishka did not have time to finish the conversation: Anya put her arms around his shoulders and stared at his lips with a kiss. Mishka was about to answer, but when he saw his lying sister, he rushed to her with the last strength!
- WTF!!! barked Anya and, unfolding him face to face, she slammed him into the jaw with all his might, with this blow she threw Mishka into the air, but she did not let him fall: an explosive mixture of resentment and jealousy was now moved by his goddess, and she awarded him another pair of powerful blows ...
Then a red veil fell from her eyes, she looked with horror at the two lifeless bodies on the gym floor, and, hearing footsteps in the corridor, she tossed out of the window.
* * *
With a groan, Masha opened her eyes ... The impression was as if she were under a truck ...
— Absolutely, Anya went crazy, beat up people without reason... she grumbled ... then her gaze fell on her brother's body.
— Mishka! Are you alive?! Wake up!
— Mafa! He smiled with bloodied lips ...
— Lie still, now I'll call the doctors!
—  Mafa! She ... She ...
— Lie still, do not be nervous! I'll get to her! Earlier Masha and Anya-the-bully roads never crossed, but now it's time to «talk».
And, having sent her brother to the clinic, Masha rushed home. She had to explain all things to her parents and train, train, train! She strongly disliked being cut down with one blow.
There was no one at home. Only on the kitchen table was a note, which stated that the parents had left for the firm's affairs and would return in a week. Masha sighed, for a week the situation could seriously change. But, it was time to get down to business. Refueling a good portion of the protein cocktail with some «vitamins» (the author reminds readers that he has no idea about the rules for using such drugs), she went down to the gym, located in the basement of the house.
Masha stood, staring at the sack with her eyes fixed. Sighing, she jumped and hit the bag with her left foot, immediately adding with her right hand. She presented Anya-the-bully in place of the bag and brought down a hail of blows at him. Left, right, hand, foot, jump ... The bag swayed and rang under the hail of blows. She hit with her knee in the upper part of the bag, he leaned forward and flew to meet her. Masha jumped up and met him with a fierce blow from the fist. The bag clacked plaintively and crashed to the floor with a roar. Breathing hard, Masha looked at the defeated enemy.
"If it were that simple," she thought. And then she decided to "refuel". She noticed for a long time an inconspicuous syringe-tube in her mother's dressing table and decided that now is the time to "borrow" this mysterious drug.
Said - done, and now our heroine again stands in the gym with a syringe-tube in her hands. She stood ... and firmly inserted the needle into her vein. She barely managed to squeeze the piston to the end, as she felt as if a liquid fire ran down her veins! She stood and suffered, when the pain at least a little let her go. Feeling that it was easier, she grabbed the bar of the bar, loaded with 14 large loads and carefully raised it. The bar rose so lightly, as if it weighed half as much. Having grown more cheerful, Masha lowered the bar to her shoulders and sat down several times. With each squat, the bar, as if, became easier and easier. In the mirror, it was clearly visible behind her back that our heroine with each performed exercise becomes noticeably larger. Straightening, once again, she pushed the bar above her head ... dropped her on her chest ... pushed it out again ... lowered it ... lowered it to the floor. She looked at herself - the skin was almost bursting under the pressure of mighty muscles.
— Anya-berserk is still stronger, damned thug...  What she needs from us?!
— Well ... It's time to sleep, or tomorrow I will be no more." And our heroine went to her room.
Masha was spinning under the light sheet for about an hour ... Sleep did not go ... She looked on the photo standing by the bed: in the picture, Mishka with an adorable smile looked at the huge, in comparison with his own, the shoulder of the younger sister.
— How are you, bro?! She thought, - get better, and I'll explain to Anya that beating us was the very bad idea, she will remember me ...
With these thoughts she did not notice how fell asleep.
* * *
In the morning, hastily dressed and having a snack, Maria gathered in school. She was going to have a serious conversation. Leaving the house and shivering in the morning chill, she went to school. It was not so close to walk, it was possible to wait for the school bus, but she was used to walk – she knew a short way. It might not have been safe, but she was lucky.
— Are you in a hurry, Mary?" - a low, deaf voice sounded
— To talk to someone, Anya!" Masha said in a tone to her opponent.
The scene resembled a western: a deserted street along which the wind drives debris, the two enemies are slowly approaching each other, not taking their eyes off their opponent ...
— What, a trifle, for the additive came?
— What did you find out for me, hitch?
— You know!
— What do I know?!
— What's necessary!
... and Masha striked with her elbow to the Anya's jaw.
Anya clapped her teeth in surprise and answered with a direct blow to the jaw of her opponent. The blood spurted.
From heavy blow the head was dizzy, and Masha sat down....
— Well, kid, you've had enough?
Masha brushed the blood from her face with her fist ... and sharply straightened herself, slammed her foot into the Anya's jaw! Not expecting the blow, Anya "swam" and was picked up by her rival.
— Well, you, bitch, are heavy! - Masha thought and, strained, threw over her head a huge opponent. Crouching on one knee, she froze, watching the defeated rival. Noticing the movement of the eyes, Masha hit a finishing shot in the head, but...
— You were happy too early, bitch! - a hoarse growl sounded ... and the next moment, the huge Anya's fist crashed into Masha's jaw... She did not have time to recover, because Anya jumped to her feet and threw Masha a couple of meters back with a kick of her foot in the hull. A huge experience of street fighting, monstrous physical strength and almost inhuman endurance helped Anya this time too! She did not hurry up to Masha spread out on the asphalt:
— Remember: I beat little bitches like you early, i beat you all now and i'll beat you all always!!! - Anya-berserk growled in the face of the defeated opponent and swung the fist into the asphalt near Masha's head! Asphalt splashed in different directions. The winner rose, delighted, stretching herself, demonstrating herself in all her awesome splendor and, without haste, retired.
Masha staggered to her feet. She again had the feeling that she was under a truck... And under the same... The mood was disgusting, Anya again made her look like a small one.
— I must do something ... - she thought, promised her brother, and ashamed before herself. And our heroine wandered to school.
* * *
The first one Masha came across was Vika (Victory, Victoria), a well-known lover of "getting" everyone. True, she still did not touch Masha, apparently feared. Before Masha could decide what to do, when suddenly Edik (Eddie, Edward) appeared at the end of the corridor, and Vika, making an angelic smile, spread her hands to the sides. Edik was bigger than her brother and looked stronger and more athletic than Mishka.
— Somewhere we are in a hurry?
— Yes, I'm here ... Edik was going to slip past, but was caught. Vika was not among the school's biggest students, but, alongside Edik, she looked massive. She put her arm around his shoulder.
— Someone promised me something?
— I remember
— Well, start, I'm listening. And Vika smiled seductively, raised her shorts, showing off her hip. Vika pulled the shorts higher, the denim fabric cracked and eventually burst. Masha grinned, but, nobody noticed, continued to watch.
— Vika, you're so strong, you Have such beautiful legs!
Vika's pants eventually burst and were thrown away, a short t-shirt followed behind them.
— That's it?! I thought you were bigger!
By inertia, Vika strained her biceps and back muscles, but when it came to her straightened:
— What you say?!
— I'm saying you seemed bigger to me.
— Don't understand you!
— Me and the boys bet you'd get naked in front of the security cameras.
In response, Vika silently smashed her knee between his legs. Masha began to follow the developments with much greater interest.
Edik grimaced in pain, but found the strength to wriggle out from under her hand, and then, using his hand as a fulcrum, was at Vicki's back. At the same time, he managed to turn Vicki's hand out, so now it was her turn to grimace with pain. (Everything is miraculous and miraculous, Masha thought.) Vicki did not have time to recover, as Edik turned her head, fingers of his hand were dangerously close to her eyes. Vika turned away from the grip and was already swinging for a retaliatory strike, but his knee hit in the stomach, this did not break the muscles of her press, but stopped her aspirations. Vika grabbed the guy in an armful, but ... Edik, pulling himself up, wrapped his legs around her waist. and punched her face a couple of times. After a moment they froze in embracing. After several attempts to knock down each other, Edik, suddenly kissed Vika, she was confused and was on the ground.
— I told you to leave me alone! Said Edik and left... Or rather, tried to when Masha grew up on his way.
— There is a conversation
— Yes?
— I've been watching you for a long time and you manage to not be beaten by any of us all the time.
— Problems with Bully?
— Yeah. Can you show how it works out for you?
— Do you know the old church in the next block?
— Yes.
— Come there after class. Then we'll talk.
* * *
Masha's footsteps echoed in the old Church. The temple in the pseudo-Gothic style has long been tried to repair, but judging by the thick layer of dust on the floor and on the scaffoldings the end of the repair was still far away. Sunlight from the window openings fell on her chunky figure. Masha stood up, looked around and decided to warm up a little. Taking a stand, she struck several blows with his fists at an imaginary target, decided to add foot stretched out in a vertical splits and... got kicked in the face from Edward.
— What are you doing?!
— You are well prepared, but this is not a competition, but a fight.
Both of them got into a stand... and Masha again received a direct punch to the jaw, then the second, then «swammed» Masha got undercut and was fettered with her vest pulled off her shoulders. Edik added lateral to the jaw so that she did not immediately come to her senses and turned all the same trick with a kiss: A kiss, a throw through yourself and Masha "sunbathes" on the floor.
— You are so predictable... You rely too much on your strength... and Edik brazenly fell directly at Masha. He pressed her hands to the floor, but Masha herself squeezed his hands. He winced.
—Vika is much weaker than you!
— I'm glad you liked it, - Masha replied with an innocent smile and put her arms and legs around him. But you forgot one thing:
— I'm not Vika! And she squeezed her legs hard! Edik screamed. Masha added.
— Masha! You'll break my hands!
Masha slightly loosened her grip and, leaning on her right hand, patted him with the other hand on his shaved skull:
— So? Power matters? - And she quickly squeezed and released her legs.
— Can't hear?! - Masha turned him on his back, not opening his legs. She raised her hands, intending to demonstrate her biceps and broad shoulders.
— Yes Yes! - Edik answered ... and bit his teeth into her nipple!
— You bit... Masha unclenched her legs in surprise.
Edik snaked out from under her and punched him in the stomach. The pain was crooked - it was not easy to break through Masha's press. Without any confusion, he immediately added a foot from below to her jaw.
Crying with pain, they both jumped to their feet.
— That's the whole lesson for you. Do not thank. - And he went to the clothes dug in the corner. But then Masha's hand flashed before his face, his head rested against her powerful bicep. Masha squeezed his neck with a steel grip. Edik wheezed, trying to say something, waving his arms, trying to escape, but, this time, Masha was deaf to his pleas. When Edik went limp, Masha held him a little longer, for reliability, and let her go. Edik crashed to the floor.
— Thanks. Said Masha. I learned the lesson.
At home, she treated the wound, took another dose of «vitamins», practiced and went to sleep.
In the morning, the energy was just boiling in her, Masha hardly forced herself to warm up, take a shower, had breakfast and ran to school. In the schoolyard, among respectfully holding in the distance of the fans and admirers, SHE towered! Masha jerked from the spot and literally crashed into Anya, knocked her down and showered her with a hail of blows. Anya threw away her opponent and climbed to all fours, trying to get up and ... got a powerful kick to the body (Masha was afraid to hit her in the head, but admitted to herself later). After rolling several times, Anya became furious and jumped on Masha with one jump. The rivals rolled down the schoolyard, scattering scraps of clothes and rewarding each other with heavy blows. For a long time, the angry growl of rivals, the sounds of punches and falls, spread through the school yard. Witnesses of the "fight of the year", in the end decided to somehow distract the raging rivals. The victim chosen for this dangerous affair was Vika. (the irony of fate B-)) She pushed closer to the battling:
— Girls, come on, you'll kill each other! - Vicka babbled. The rivals froze, Vika turned pale, met two pair of dull with fury eyes, gained air to say something else, and at that moment, two fists, a huge right of Anya-berserk and a slightly smaller left of Masha simultaneously crashed into her body! Vika was thrown, she flew a couple of meters and crashed into the crowd of witnesses! At some point, all froze, then standing next to the rivals senior schoolgirls quickly dispersed everyone from the yard: the fight stopped, and it was not worth it to contact the bloodstained sweaty and dusty fighters.
Anya and Masha looked at each other, the fury slowly but surely left them, and flopped down on the surviving bench.
— What are you attacking me?
— You touched my brother!
— Ah, so he's your brother, I did not know ...
— And if I knew, then what?
—  With you I would talk
—  What for?
— You know ...
And then Masha, with surprise, saw Anya the Bully, the nightmare and the headache of the whole school, the walking horror in shorts and the remains of a T-shirt with a mocking inscription such as «Daddy's lil monster», blushes and embarrassing, writhing with pain.
— Yes, you hit me firmly ...
— Don't get distracted, or I'll hit you again! Speak, come on!
— She will hit add ... I myself will hit anyone ... - Anne muttered under her breath, - sighed, then, apparently, having made a decision, she said:
— I like him! I let him know one way and another, but he don't understand!
— Yes, the guys are surprisingly thick-skinned! Smiled Masha feeling her beaten eye.
— Then I saw how you...
— I'm not... we're with him...
— Well, yes, I understood... - Anne sarcastically snorted.
—  You fool, I need a sparring partner.
—  For a fool you will answer!
— You will answer yourself!
And the former rivals giggled, despite the pain.
— I did not put him on a hospital bed, he is my brother, after all!
— Well, I did not know ... And so I saw you both and I went crasy, there was a red veil in my eyes, I do not remember anything, I recovered - I thought that I had killed you both...
— If you would have killed him - I would have killed you!
— And would sit in one prison cell!
— But not for long!
They submitted that they would be in the same cell, and they laughed.
— So you in the fighting school so famously learned to fight?
— Yes.
— Take me to that school!
— Well, but you will be my sparring, because my brother is not enough for me!
— Will you introduce me to him?
— Tomorrow I'll take you to the hospital.
— And if someone else...
— This is my trophy!!! - they growled in chorus, parodying Sher-Khan from the old Soviet cartoon.
Former rivals, and now the girlfriends laughed, got up, packed up their things, and went to class.
* * *
The next day the friends were going to visit Misha. At first they were trying to protest, but seeing how, crouching, squeezes through Anya's door, the nurse on duty nervously swallowed and decided that everything was in order.
— Girls, just put on dressing gowns.
— Krrrrak! - said gowns.
* * *
Mishka was incredibly sad. The sister brought him a tablet and materials for classes, writing with his left hand was uncomfortable, but Mishka tried, in the end it was a good way to combat boredom.
At that moment the door to the room opened and Masha entered:
— Hello, brother, how are you?
— Thanks, I'm getting better!
— It's a visitor to you here. - The sister has made a step aside, behind its back the huge figure of the Anya-berserk in all its massive magnificence was seen. Misha turned pale, frantically pressing himself against the back of the bed.
— Well, I'll let you have something to talk about! - Masha said
— Talk him into going to the gym, it hurts to look at him!  she whispered as she passed her new girlfriend.
— He will, don't doubt it!  Anya replied in a low voice, sitting down on a pitifully creaked stool next to the bunk.
— Listen... you... this... forgive me... I do not know what's gotten into me, Anya rumbled in embarrassment.
From the face of Mishka slept pallor, he sighed with relief and relaxed. He lay and frankly admired the enormous body of the massive beauty that was visible in the gaps of the bursting gown... Ann... Anya... his goddess...
— Come on, overdid it, it happens, i'm alive and well! But you fight well!
— There is such a thing! She chuckled.
Then her eyes fell on the slowly rising in the right place the sheet, catching the height of the formed tent Anya respectfully chuckled.
— I understand you like me.
— Very! He answered, blushing desperately
Getting up from the stool, she leaned over him, her supermassive torso filled the entire field of his vision. She caught his admiring glance, and, with unexpected tenderness of and delicacy hugged him. The couple in love merged in a luxurious kiss passionately!

[Thrakhath]

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