3.15|1st day at Hemlock

 

3.15|1^st day at Hemlock

 

Mika woke up, gasping in a chair. It'd been 3 weeks since, she still could hardly believe it. Mannerly cleared her throat in the chair next to her. "Ahem, while Hemlock Grove surely has its, reputation made out for it, we'd like to discuss a few matters before we redlight my daughter's transfer."

Sitting across from them was a canine woman, her hair half-shaven over her face, dyed in neon blue strips, she wore a leather miniskirt and brassier. Vixenalia put down her chart and grimaced. "Ask away, Mannerly. We set forth to be as transparent as possible here."

`          She spoke up firmly, but her mouth looked a little bit twisted, like it was saying this through forced lips. looked up at her blankly. "Transfer?" Mika looked confused. Her crotch still burnt, like that wonderful experience was just yesterday.

"Yes dear, this is what you asked of me, begged, and then debated for 8 hours over these weeks. We are simply solidifying that arrangement." Miss Mannerly reminded her. "If this is what you truly want, we shall need to sort out the details."

"I would be happy to have a go at it~" Mika thought with a blush.

After about an hour of questioning, they were brought on a brief tour of Hemlock's facilities, from the Silken Xeno-gardens to the 'leisure center' with a skate ramp, to their science departments and through many of the classrooms and dorms. The tour concluded with a trip to the Headmistress's office- the only one above the all-staffed White Wardens of the school was her. The woman turned around in her chair, Sway leaning next to her.

"Oh, you're going to like this, Mika, but I think you'll enjoy it here." The young

blonde's lips curled to the side, and her eyes shined bright yellow, a rare

occurrence.

"I'm Headmistress Mercy. I also teach as an instructor, but it's nice to meet you." She leaned and took Mika's hand, a brief shadow moving her the wrist as the sleek grip of rubber came and passed on Mika's arm. "Hemlock Grove has long made a name for itself in Solar Society. We now have a new Forge Warden in our ranks, and Hex-smithing classes are quite popular this semester." Mercy smiled.

"Yoo'll gonna 'ave ah real blast, trushh me." Vice Headmistress Sway, laying back in a crisp dark suit bowed and patted Mika's head.

The tour ended with a few introductions.  They were told that they would receive an official transfer letter and instructions later in the day, to arrive in Miss Mannerly's office, where they would be made to attend a briefing and inducted into the hierarchy of Hemlock Grove.

 

 

Mika Mannerly's classes started a week later.

She sat in room with 3 rounded pews, the homeroom coordinator- Black Warden Rafina sat back with her legs on her desk. Mika shivered, she could hardly believe that everyone else here was like her- a Jezinkah like herself. Everything she'd known, she felt was all a lie. Rafina called her upfront to introduce herself.

"So, my name is Mika Mannerly, and I'm pretty sure this is the most boring class I'll ever have, but I won't take it personally. I'll be working hard to prove myself as worthy to you.”

She took a deep breath and let out a long, breathy sigh.

Coming in was her instructor and teacher, Mercy. The Void Queen of Light. Mika examined her other classmates- Rook, Assacreed, Jennifer, Danger Kid, Pythonia, Balthazar, Blissey, Aei Nosissi, Lazarus and Mosaic. Mercy cleared her throat and write some enchanted symbols on the chalkboard, the entire room spinning upside down until gravity re-oriented itself. When it was upright again, the windows showed not the sky of the Solar Society, but the Void Realm. A mirror realm of every hallway, classroom and the entire campus existed within.

Coming to bring her coffee and a series of morning reports, Judith Corbyn handed Mercy the goods as per chain of command. Her snakes well-kept a neat in a hairbun, she wore a slick latex pencil skirt and long-sleeved suit with a tie uptop.

"Thank you Judith. Before we go over today's lesson, I'd like to get our new

member caught up,"

Mika had seen many monsters and new species, apparently the realm shared it's institutions and residence with another world's as part of both its staff and students - a specialized program within Hades Prep Academy. Some of her classmates, like Balthazar the werewolf and Pythonia the Satyr-gorgon attested to that. Nosissi who sat behind Mika was a chubby cyclops from this realm, studying the ways of the Hex- she was a Jezinkah, a member of her world, an employed acolyte of the Void Queen Adorakas, and a student at Hemlock. When she leaned over with her thick arms and grabbed Mika, her lone eye practically hypnotized the girl into a warm embrace. "I don't know teach, she seems pretty behind to me.." her hands moved to Mika's breasts, feeling them much milder than her own thick rounded bosom.

"Then why don't you get up here and give her the works." Mercy said, sitting back in her chair with one leg bent up. She bit her thumb and poofed into a speck of light, then reformed looking barely older than 16.

“W-what the, why did you just turn into-?”

"Curses ain't fun kid." Mercy blew a raspberry.

"Gladly!" Nosissi squeezed Mika's chest and then tumbled to the front. "I know it's been a bit on the lonesome, and you're still a bit scared, but there's nothing to be afraid of, the others will make you feel welcome too." Mika blushed red as Judith, took control of the chalkboard.

“Mmmkay so like, you're a Jezinkah now. Jezinkah's are minions of the Void Queens who in turn revere the Ephemeral Empress, even though they're also Jezinkahs. Silly right? Well that's what’s so fun about it. Jezinkah's can shapeshift and assume any persona or identity, up to all possible roles occupied in the Solar Society, or even Celestial Society." Nosissi leaned forward, putting both her hands and pillowy breasts on the teacher's desk. "A Jezinkah can replace a senator or a priest. A scientist or an actor, absolutely anybody is fair game! It's all about testing extremes! And when we're in the Void Realm serving our queens, we take that disguise or identity off and become all alike. We're all the same, and there's no difference at all, even if we are on two very different worlds." Mika had never heard such a speech, her head still spinning a bit from this whole phenomenon. She smiled at uneasy Nosissi, trying to solidify that idea. "So, my mailman could've been a Jezinkah? Or my neighbor's housewife?"

"Correct!" Nosissi perked up. "The time they spend is of no consequence, as long as they're serving the goals of their Void Queen and the Empress. That is to say, the Prophet Miss Mercy, and her mom! Miss Protlyn!"

Mika rubbed her eyes. "W-wait, Prophet?" She turned to the 16 year old

looking blond girl spinning in her chair.

Mercy slowly stopped. "Yeah. I'm the one from those text books of yours. The

founder of the Hex." She struck the air as if playing an invisible guitar.

"You didn't recognize me, did ya? Well, no surprise."

Mika gasped. "Y-you're.. you're her. My teacher? Is the founder of the Hex?

You’re the Seeress?!"

Mercy threw two pistol winks. "Correct!" She then did stood up and stretched.

"And you as a Jezinkah are one of my underlings now. Happy to have you

serving me, minion Mika."

Mika took some time to digest what had happened to her.

Mercy rolled her eyes. "You're also my student. Servant, student ahhh.. Let's move on." She pulled an inflated sexdoll of a Jezinkah out and plopped it out on the desk, Nosissi huggling it tightly. "Nosissi you can be seated now."  Judith Corbyn walked in and handed the Seeress a cup of smoky coffee, her crips suit. “As you requested.” Corbyn was a strong staff member and, practitioner and believer in the Hex. “Oh yeah and after a few of our students cherrybombed that Church last week the city filed a complaint. Want me to send in a replacement?”

“Why don’t you go down to city hall and talk the Hexads personally.. We’ll make plans from there. Or until my phone finishes charging.”

Mika’s mind went back to Intellica’s glowy device, hanging on the shelf.

"Ahh, kay, teach?" The rounded girl sat back behind Mika, waving friendly.

Mercy held up the doll. "Right. This is a Jezinkah, like you are! And I am too. Sleek, shiny, sexy and squeaky. Alike! But there are some differences, minor enough to be ignored. Some have more differences than others however and struggle with this, but they're the minority and most do well. It's the minority we need to worry about." She pressed the plastic doll on Mika, who nodded, and the head popped off. Underneath was a scarred, rubber-sculpted bull's head with tattoos, three eyes and long tusks.

"What is this?" Mika asked, rubbing the toy's smooth rubber body.

"This is what we call a Blinded. Because of their individuality, they are susceptible to something called 'Jezinkahalion disease', which means they're overloaded with caustic desires and urges. So rather than become a stealth asset for the Void Realm, they mutate and evolve beyond control and start go onto a rampage. It's YOUR primary job to maintain balance and stop them as soon as possible.” Mika's mind flashed back to her encounter with Razor Wire. “Jezinkahs who have gone rogue basically, straying even further from the path of reason or stability and becoming violent, excitable threats. We have to neutralize them as much as possible, not only to minimize the harm they can do but also to maintain the 'Masquerade." Mercy put the last word in finger quotes. “To protect the Masquerade!”

Mika felt her mind being twisted. What was the Masquerade, and why did it

happen? "Um, but.. you didn't tell me about-."

"A single inauspicious Blinded can do quite a lot to expose us. With control of the churches, governments and media we can counter it, but the less the better! The Masquerade is the phenomenon of Jezinkahs and the Void Queen's directing the world as we see fit, without others knowing they're being steered at all."

As the lecture went on, Mika was struck by the fact that this Void world had such a thing as a means to make each other obey their will. Mika Mannerly was instructed how to forge weapons from her soul similar to Spirit Wands, a technique Mercy had learned and copied from Glitter Kiss Meisters. She was taught how to use spirit weaponry combat and fight the Blinded, how to use specialized dust to erase other's memory and even how to avoid suspicion as a Jezinkah infiltrating a role- even one as modest as pretending to be a teenage girl with a dutiful mother.

"Now there are some things you can't do, like harm or abuse normies not part of the Masquerade. Because then you got yourself a little bit of a problem. We may manipulate and steer the world, but are still benevolent!" Mercy paused, placing her hand on her own belly, "But then again, that goes with the territory. So what's a girl to do? Have fun. Have some fun!" she blew a raspberry and her chair vanished, pulling out a dildo. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you while you are a Jezinkah." 

The entire  class nodded, and with a series of disc flashes began to shift, one by one taking on the same shape as the slinky jester-like women in purebody rubber, gleaming and sheening. The allegiance of their Void Queen could be seen in their colors, Mika's yellow indicating she was a subject of Mercy's, Mercy herself transforming into the same rubber cowled horned form. Mika was still trying to keep the same posture she had when she was a human. After a few seconds Mika's body began to feel as Nosissi's touch and the two girls giggled as they kissed, hugging each other.

"Both of us serve the Void Queen of Light. We are like sisters, now." Nosissi said. "I am her.. and you are me." Mika felt the instincts washing over, each giggle oddly foreign and airy within herself.

Mika found herself smiling, remembering what Nosissi had said to her, about there being no difference between herself and the other girls. It was true, but also a lie. For she was now part of a greater whole, one that she shared with Nosissi and the others. But she wanted to maintain her sanity, to hold onto who she truly was, if that meant anything. Would she turn into a Blinded like Razorwire if she held too tightly? The worries remained, but were drowned out by the sensation of her smoochy slick rubberlips wetting themselves against Nosissi's own.

Mika’s eyes went wide open. She pulled away from another Jezinkah, her entire body sticky and sweaty, the heat she felt drawing out her disgust to the point of horror. How much time had passed? What the hell was she doing? She ran towards the door and sped into the halls.