MAJOR/minor Chapter 12: what/MAJORS/want

Brenda felt her hair pulled tight as it twisted and twined in her mother’s hands. She critiqued herself in the mirror. She was thin and her muscles were lean to the point that they looked like she didn’t even have any. She was also small, barely over eight feet and not even as tall as her mother. The woman above her hummed to the morning radio and took a sip of water. She was the mirror image of Brenda except fifty years older. She was strong, like all MAJORS, but also confident. An adult woman with looks and pride. The exact opposite of how Brenda felt. It was impossible not to make the comparison, full chest that insulted Brenda’s own, smooth skin that made Brenda scratch at her own freckles.  Her mom weaved her hair into knots slowly forming her customary french braid not once flinching at the close proximity. She had to feel it right? They all felt it.

“You’re depressed.” Her mother said as she formed another braid.

“Is it that obvious.”

“It’s always obvious when you’re upset.” her mother noted.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for who you are.” Her mother pecked her on the cheek.

“Who I am is a freak.” Brenda sighed.

“You’re not a freak, dear.” Her mom comforted. “You’re the next step, superior, you should be proud of that.”

“You don’t understand.” Brenda coiled her knees onto the chair with her. Her toes just barely hung over the edge. She coiled them in a desperate attempt to crush the wood of the chair or the fabric of the pillow. She hated when people talked like this, when her parents talked like this. Called her “superior”, “important”, “better”, “greater”, “stronger”. She’d heard it all before since she was old enough to understand. It was natural. It was how MAJORS were programmed. She’d learned that in school, she was part of a species evolved from predators. They valued, strength and aggression, even to the detriment of their own. She felt like evolution may have skipped her. She’d never felt those emotions. She didn’t like sports, or fighting. She wasn’t as strong as most MAJORS and would prefer to leave people alone and read.

“I understand you’re insecure.” Her mother said. “You worry that you’ll hurt the people closest to you.”

Brenda didn’t say a word.

“But you haven’t yet, and you won’t. You’re a strong girl. Intelligent, caring, cautious and-”

“.....I almost bonded a minor.” Brenda said.

Her mom paused for a moment but didn’t lose her composure. Typical for a psychiatrist.

“The new girl they mentioned in the newsletter? Your sister talks about her.”

Brenda nodded.

“You like her I take it.”
Brenda nodded again.

“Then I don’t see a problem.” her mom said stoically.

Brenda’s eyes opened. She held back a gasp.

“Don’t act surprised.” Her mom said as she continued to brave. “What you did was only natural, and I assume since this is the first time I’m hearing this the girl’s not hurt.”

“But I bonded her! I forced myself on her! I-”

“You made a mistake darling.” her mother said.

“I’m a rapist!” Brenda shrieked and her mother recoiled backward. The older woman stumbled and fell to one knee. She clutched her nose and forehead, took a deep breath, and slowly stood back up. Brenda could see a trickle of blood flow down her left nostril.

“Mom, I’m!”

Her mother raised a finger. She tore off a piece of toilet paper and plugged her nose. She then opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol and poured out a small bunch of capsules.

“You know why you’re not living on your own?” her mother asked after swallowing the gel capsules.

Brenda shook her head.

“Because you’re still a child.’ her mother said. “Sure you can drive, you can have sex, every medical and psychological professional agree that MAJORS mature faster, that they reach adulthood sooner. Then why are you still living here? Why are you still in high school and not in college, or working a job?”

“Because I need to learn proper socialization skills with a group of my peers.” Brenda stated.

“Because you’re expected to make mistakes.” Her mother informed with a small pop to the back of her head. “It’s impossible to expect you to figure everything out in just seventeen years. I’m over sixty and I still don’t have all the answers. This is a very confusing time for you, Bren. You’re allowed to mess up. I’m still responsible for you.”

“But that doesn’t change what I did, or fix the mess I’m in.”

“No it doesn’t. But like I said, you’re a smart girl. I know you learned something from it.”

Brenda nodded.

“Have you made amends with this girl you’ve hurt?”

“We’ve talked since then.” Brenda blushed remembering her encounter with Izzellah in the bathroom. Her shameful state. Far from the shining knight she’d wanted to be for her. That version of her wouldn’t dare stand up to Darren Winton, she could barely stand at all.

“So now what? Will you try and take her?”

“I want to but I don’t think I can.”

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid….other people want her. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Oh, dear.” Her mother brushed some hair out her face. “You care too much. You can crush anyone who stands in your way. She winked in the mirror and pointed at her nose.”

“That’s not a productive mindset.”

“You sound like a minor, honey.”

“And what’s wrong with that!?” Brenda snapped, then she caught herself. Her mother smiled at her reflection.

“Nothing, Bren. It’s a good thing. A minor might be what’s best for you, but you’ll still have to fight for it.”

“I know.” Brenda said.

“Good luck.” Her mother encouraged finishing the braid.

“You’re so lucky.” Mabel said.

Brenda regarded her sister as she rushed up the stairs of Winton high. The younger girl stared up at her with eyes the same color as her envy. Brenda smiled at her, enjoying her diminishing height advantage. Mabel was on the cusp of puberty and already gaining ground, it was only a matter of time before her little sister shot by her.

“I don’t feel lucky.” Brenda said.

“You get to fight for her!” Mabel exclaimed. “That’s so cool! When you win, she’ll definitely fall for you!”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is!” Mabel said matter of factly. Her confidence was actually slightly encouraging. “Ah! I’m so pissed Sabrina kept this from me!” Mabel punched the air. Brenda envied her energy. Mabel was a MAJOR through and through. She loved fighting, and running, and sweating, and being better. Not better than people, just better in general. She always pushed herself, well except academically. Even her interest in cooking was only because she’d seen a talk show discussing topics on how to attract minors. Cooking was at the top of the list.

“You think she’d let me join in?”

“No.” Brenda said. “But don’t let that stop you.”

“You know that means, we’d have to fight.” Mabel grinned. She flexed her arm in a bit of arrogance.

“I’m not worried.” Brenda said casually.

“You should be!” Mabel taunted. “I’ve been working out! I’m probably stronger than you now.”

“I don’t doubt it.”  Brenda said squeezing her arm. It was surprisingly solid, the small mound under the skin grew as Mabel’s face strained to increase the flex. They used to wrestle before it Brenda found it too embarrassing. Mabel had never one but as she grew she’d gotten close. She rarely trained herself and knew it was very possible Mabel was at least equal to her in strength if not stronger. “But you’re not smarter.”

“Smarts aren’t everything!”

“Neither is strength.”

“Hmph! Only wimps say stuff like that. Whoever said “Brains over brawn” has never been punched in the face.”

Brenda snickered. “Probably.”

They parted ways and Brenda felt a tinge of jealousy as Mabel walked up to Sabrina and Izzellah. In a way even her sister was closer to the minor she desired. The two MAJORS argued for a moment and then Izzellah glanced her way. Brenda’s breath failed her. Izzellah took a step in her direction. Time slowed as Brenda watched the minor mover her shapely legs back and forward, each step bringing her ever closer. Her perfectly straight hair shined with a pure highlight that refracted the fluorescent lights above. It swayed in front of her face and the minor beauty dismissed it with a small puff of air. Even her most innocuous movements were intoxicating. Every stray twitch, the slight rise and fall of her chest, her blink that made her eyelashes flutter. She felt a muggy sensation, a humidity in her breast that made her sweat. She could feel herself starting to simmer. Brenda was in a daze and before she knew it her minor crush was staring up at her face redder than a fresh strawberry.

“Can you turn it down a little?” The minor asked flustered.

“Sorry!” Brenda peeped thoroughly embarrassed that the object of her desire had quite possibly just felt her lust. “Is there something you wanted?”

“You’re little sister? Really?” Izzellah pointed toward Mabel who was now struggling to fight out of a tight headlock Sabrina had restrained her in.

“She just wants to have fun. She knows you don’t like her.”

“She is cute.” Izzellah mused.

Brenda held her breath.

“Relax, I’m joking.” Izzellah smirked. “Let her join. It won’t change a thing. Just promise not to feel too bad when you lose.”

His heart thundered. His legs shook from fear and the ice cold chill of metal against his bare legs. The ground vibrated sending miniscule tremors through his toes. He smelt the scent of honeysuckle and sweat. The beat of her boots clacked in a tough rhythm as the pounded the pavement in desperate search of him. He felt her pull at the hem of his mind. Even with the bond severed she still had a presence there. It wasn’t uncommon with a true bonded pair that had been together so long. She was close.

“Dammit, get your scrawny little ass out here!” he heard in her southern accent. Normally it would send him a thrill to hear her drawl, but now it only amplified his terror. She was going to far. Drunk on power! That was the only explanation for torturing him the way she did. The stomps increased. He covered his mouth with one hand and gripped his neck with other. He had to silence his breathing. MAJORS had enhanced hearing, because everything about a MAJOR was enhanced, but she was at a different level. It was like she was designed to track him down, her ears fine tuned to discern his most shallow whisper from miles away.

A tanned form appeared. He could make out the bulging muscle of her thighs through the slit of the locker he was hiding in. It pulsed like a machine as her tendons and sinews worked themselves into a furver. The power of nearly a century of hard work nearly equating to the sheer strength of a bull rhino all focused on one primary directive. Tracking, hunting, and running him down.

“Randy! If you don’t show your cute little ass in the next five seconds you are in such deep shit tonight!” Summer roared.

Randalf gulped. It was a bad mood to piss off his wife, but he remained hidden. He knew that her threat was serious. He would pay for this. For hours probably. The connotation was…worrying. She enjoyed mixing pain with pleasure. He wouldn’t last. It was still worth it. He had his dignity to think about.

“It will be the belt, Randy.” She added.

Nice try, but no dice! She could threaten as much as she wanted. He was used to the belt! She had no follow through with it. Too afraid of actually damaging him. He wouldn’t give in to such a hallow-

“And the strap on.”

Randalf had to bite his tongue to stop from screaming.

“I know you found it, sugar bum.” She snickered. “I was going to ease you into it first, but…...maybe you’d benefit from a little discipline instead.”

“Fuck!” He swore internally. He’d seen her little kit one night in a bout of curiosity. He’d immediately regretted it. They had explored many different kinks in their relationship. Why did she have to get off on domination?! It was a MAJOR thing.

“It won’t be the small one.” She finished.

He bit his hand hard enough to leave a mark. It didn’t matter. She could do her worst! He’d rather be embarrassed alone with her than in front of a bunch of self important MAJOR assholes! He fidgeted as the fabric of the speedo rode up his crack. What did she think he’d do when she’d forced him into this thing!? He wouldn’t dare been seen in it! Sure he’d lost weight, lately he’d even had the confidence to dare and believe he looked good. Yes it was mostly because of her, her general influence being a net positive on his life and health.  That didn’t mean a damn thing today!

“You look great in it hon!” She whined to the empty halls. “You deserve to show off a little.”

A sweet lie if ever there was one. She could compliment him if she wanted but it didn’t change the fact that she was using him as an accessory! What for? To show off to a bunch of spoiled rich kids a fraction her age. Some of her grandchildren were older than the students here! Typical MAJOR games of one upmanship. She was married to a minor! That already made her better than all the students and over half the faculty. Wasn’t that enough?!

“Fine!” He stomped. “Have it your way! But you’re wearing it to the cookout! And I’m wearing out your ass tonight!” She stomped off and Randalf breathed a sigh of relief as the echo of her boots faded out. He cracked open the locker and saw her form vanish around a corner. The hall was empty. Now he just needed to make it back to his clothes, in the locker room, on the university side of campus. His trial wasn’t over yet.

Pinned. Mei Matsumoto felt a crushing weight on her as her arm was wrenched behind her in a half nelson hold. Her face was pressed hard into the mat as her opponent leveraged their size and weight advantage. Even if the physical difference hadn’t been a significant factor she was also outclassed in experience alone. Mei was skilled in martial arts, specifically kendo and kickboxing, but the battle had been over as soon a Jess had her arm.

“Reset.” She chirped releasing Mei. She stood up and readied herself again. Jessica “The Mountain” MacArthur charged. Mei stepped back but in that moment Jess lunged downard and had her foot in a sturdy hand. She lost her footing to the deceptively fast giant. She tried to readjust herself, she couldn’t hit the ground. She twisted using her free leg to wrap around Jessica’s neck. The MAJOR gagged momentarily as Mei applied the leg scissors. Then she chuckled.

“Clever, but you realize with my hands free I can just.” Jessica took Mei by the ankle and twisted. Immediately pain shot through her foot and down her leg. She flailed and found herself on the ground once more, this time with Jessica’s immense ass on her back. Pinned.

“Reset.” Jessica parroted.

“This is pointless.” Mei griped. “This is hardly a challenge for you.”

“C’mon lass.” Jessica pleaded. “I need a sparring partner.”

“I feel less like a partner and more like a training dummy in this exercise.”

“Well maybe if you’d accepted my invite to the wrestling team instead of track you wouldn’t be getting your ass so soundly trounced right now.”

“Must we go over this again?”

“Blah blah, college resume. Blah blah, unbecoming, blah blah.” Jessica dismissed. “I guess we can take a break if you want.” She stood up and grabbed a towel to dab at her sweat. “So how are things going with the little sprout?”

“I have instigated her into participating in a simple child’s game of my own creation so that I can both impress her and embarrass my rivals leaving me as the most attractive choice as a potential lover.”

“That’s interesting.” Jess acknowledged. “Or you could just kiss her at the wrestling match on Friday.”

Mei blushed.

“You really over think things, Mei.” Jessica shook her head. “It’s not all that complicated. You find someone you like, you kiss em’. Either they kiss you back or they slap you either way you know something.”

“Minors are different. Their form of communication is more subtle, they are easily frightened, defensive. I don’t want to scare her off.”

“Sure.” Jess snickered. “Are you sure she’s the scared one? I can pass her a note if you want. Do you like Mei? Check one box for yes or one box for maybe.”

“That option risks too many variables.” Mei said. “My solution gives me the highest chance of success.”

“Whatever you say.” Jessica chugged a bottle of water and tossed her towel to the ground. “Reset!”

“Wait-” Mei jumped up and. Pinned.

Izzellah had a good day. She woke up early, had a decent chat with Brenda Hawthorne of all people and actually followed Sabrina to all her classes for the day. That included her music class where Sabrina taught her a few chords on the ukulele and a return to homeroom after her minor class. She even sat in on what Sabrina called “first P.E.”. She was in the same class as Mabel and the two girls spent the better part of an hour nearly killing each other in the most brutal game of dodgeball she’d ever seen. They were both still heated from their confrontation that morning. Mabel felt left out of the competition for her affection and Sabrina was more upset with Brenda, but Mabel made and excellent scapegoat. Izzellah was excluded from the activity and even though she was initially offended the bruises Sabrina had earned quickly changed her mind. There was still a lingering question about the afternoon MAJOR class, but it was getting easier to figure out by the day. It was a MAJOR bonding class. That was Izzellah’s guess.

She didn’t know if MAJORS could bond with each other, but her internal logic lead her to believe it was possible. She could only imagine what a shitshow that must be. A collision of two superior mnds and inflated egos. If her theory was correct she didn’t want to see it. An unbonded minor like her would be chewed to shreds. She could barely handle Sabrina and the girl was a tier 1. She winced at the headache she’d experienced after her session that Saturday. It had been a MAJOR level mistake to let Sabrina even dip a toe in her mind. If Lisa hadn’t been there. It was water under the bridge and ultimately she was grateful for it. She at least had a guess of what could be in store for her.

She waited out on the steps for her father. He had to work overtime today as they were breaking ground on a new building today. A hospital for minors that he was very proud to be a part of. He’d been specially requested specifically because of her. He was so excited about it she was willing to wait out the extra hour. She fiddled with her phone and questioned about heading toward the library. She shuddered at the thought of being alone with that off kilter librarian.

She heard a slam of the school door and a large woman with silver hair tied up in a ponytail burst out the door. She looked older like around her father’s age. Was she someone’s parent? She didn’t dress like one with a tight shirt with a knot tied up to expose her midriff, and a pair of hyper short ass hugging jeans. She looked like a stripper with the theme of milf-cowgirl. Strangely Izzellah felt like she’d seen her somewhere before.

“Girl.” she barked at Izzellah giving her a start. “You seen another little’un around here. Skinny as a bean pole, chestnut hair, and naked from the waist down.”

“No.” Izzellah peeped.

“Fuck.” The woman cursed. “I got your skivvies boy!” She waved around a pair of boxer briefs. “Come out or you’re walking home naked!” She bolted off down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom and turned to her.

“You alright out here young’un?” she asked. “I normally leave you shrimps to your business but I’d feel a bad citizen if I didn’t even ask.”

“I’m fine. Just waiting for a ride.”

“Sure enough.” she said sauntering back to her. “You got a phone?”

Izzellah handed the woman her cellular. The MAJOR pressed a few buttons and handed it back.

“I’m part of the PTA here.” She said. “Give me a call if you’re in a bind. We do carpooling for you tykes.” She jumped down the stairs once more. Izzellah checked the new number. Above it read “PTA-Bradbury”. Summer Bradbury!

“Hey wait!” she said but the MAJOR was already out of ear shot blasting past a group of football jocks including Darren Winton who she nearly bulldozed. Was that really the Summer Ray Bradbury! That meant the boy she was looking for was-!

“Is she gone?” Izzellah heard in a posh whimper. She turned toward a thick hedge near the stairs. “I swear she’s like a hound on a foxhunt.” The hedge shook and out emerged a tall young man. He was thinner, a bit more built, and just a bit older, but Izzellah recognized him. He was the star of her favorite episode of the Search. Standing before her in nothing more than a white t-shirt and a very snug blue speedo was none other than.

“Randalf Bradbury.” he said offering a hand. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”