V – Brat

Things were going pretty well; I'd come to school the next few days with a new attitude and one less blly to worry about. Someone'd found Dogsbreath's car in the alley where I left it about three days late, but they weren't able to find the meathead himself.

I can give a clue as to what happened by saying my first order for Camicazi was to take care of my mess. Which she did beautifully and no one was the wiser. Well, except Snotlout who I saw was looking extra angry today. No doubt he knew I had something to do with his "dissapearance", but he wasn't sure exactly what I did. He didn't have the mental capacity to look past my status as "walking fishbone" and he isn't clever enough to do any real investigating. Which was good for me.

It was a week after Dogsbreath in the hallways of my school when I'd learned who I was going for next.

"Out of the way ant!" someone screeched. I could barely react as I was shoved to the floor. I rubbed my shoulder – which had hit the lockers beside me – and looked to who had just manhandled me.

A girl, I think about a year or so older than me stood above me, scowling. She was thin as a stick, but I think all her weight went to the pair of voluptious B-cups that likely rivaled Camicazi's. She wore pretty expensive clothing – designer cardigan, crop top and leggings – along with a touch of makeup and silky dark brown hair that reached to the bottom of her neck. She was surrounded by a crowd of groupies and two hulking jocks (one of them I assumed was the one who shoved me). I sighed as I realised who this person was.

"Well, Tammy Tantrum. Nice to see you and your lovely personality." I grumbled and Tantrum scowled deeper.

Tantrum was a pretty rich kid, and ridiculously spoiled to the point where everyone around her is an "ant". Really big inferiority complex this one.

"Don't you sass me ant! You need to step out of the way next time I pass through." Tantrum flipped her hair dramatically, garnering an eye roll from me.

"Yeah, you do that." I muttered, moving to run, but one of her football morons slammed their arm on the lockers, blocking my way of escape.

"Uh uh ant, I think I need to give you a lesson in respect." She smirked and I felt a chill run down my spine. "Boys, do your thing."

The jocks unceremoniously lifted me into the air by the arms and dragged me to the bathroom.

Later, Hallways

That was so middleschool.

What Tantrum meant by "do your thing" was to shove me in a locker and leave me for the janitor to find.

"I fucking hate this." I said as I twisted and turned to find a comfortable position where my limbs pressing onto my body wouldn't cramp too badly. I didn't know who's locker I was stuffed in, but it sure wasn't mine as it smelled of used jockstraps and footballs. Great.

"I think we both agree that woman was a bitch. And I've known a lot of those." Toothless said and I could feel my ire rise at this comment.

"I know right? Entitled little bitch." I muttered and I heard Toothless' melodic laughter echo through my head.

"I know a way to introduce some humility into people like her." Toothless didn't need to explain more for me to get his innuendo.

"Oh now that's an idea I can get behind." I smiled as well. "What's the plan?"

"I was hoping you'd have the ideas." I concentrated for a few seconds, until the makings of a strategy formed in my head.

"I got it. But we're gonna need to get out of here somehow. Get someone's attention maybe?"

"Oh I know how we can get someone's attention." I was suspicious of the tone of his voice, and my suspicions were proved right when a blast of pleasure rocketed through me. I panted and then the waves came again, causing me to moan loudly. It was absolute torture as I couldn't move my arms to pleasure myself, so I could only moan and groan as I franticaly rubbed my crotch on the door of the locker. I had to endure this for about thirty minutes before a worried looking janitor heard my whimpers.

Later

It was a mostly brilliant plan. I think.

Yeah, pretty sure it was brilliant.

Ok, so everyone in the school knows Tantrum's got a crush on one of the football players, nicknamed Humungously Hotshot the Hero. The "Humungously" in his name comes from his size and the rumor that he's the most hung guy in the school (a rumor I intend to test out someday), while his second name comes from how he saved the football team with a heroic pass. Which made him pretty big in the school.

Anyways, everyone knows Tantrum's been trying to wiggle her way into his heart and his pants for months, and I used that to my advantage.

With Toothless' help, a few whispers here, and some well placed notes and messages there, I was able to convince Tantrum that Hotshot wanted to meet her by her car after school. Of course the man himself had no idea, but I didn't need him to play a part.

So now here I was, in a dark hoodie, waiting for my prey. I know how alarmingly disturbingthis all was, hiding in dark corners for some girl, but she is kind of a asshole and she's basically getting whats coming to her. In a sense.

It was another minute or so before my quarry arrived. She was alone – as instructed – looking around expectantly. She was probably anticipating some hulking six foot man to pop up from behind one of the cars. Instead, she got a five foot nine me, sneaking up behind her.

"Do not hesitate Hiccup." Toothless' melodic voice echoed. "Take her. I'll give you some strength to do it."

As soon as he said it, a rush of power coursed through my veins and I had to keep from sucking in a deep breath to steady myself. I reached into my hoodie and pulled out a napkin dosed with a special concotion I had Camicazi procure. If her source was reliable, then this should do the trick and knock Tantrum out easy.

I crept up slowly, making sure not to let my footsteps be heard until I was directly behind her. She was so close I could smell her; all I needed to do now was to cup the napkin over her nose and mouth and it'd be done. Simple. Easy.

Yet I didn't move.

Time seemed to slow down as I thought long and hard about what I was about to do. On one hand, it would be satisfying to take her here and now. On the other, it was horrifying. I mean, sure, I've already done in Dogsbreath, but he wanted to screw me. Tantrum has no idea what's about to happen to her, what I'm going to do to her, and it feels wrong.

"Hiccup. You're wasting time. Take her now!" Toothless scolded. I attempted to steel my nerves and take her, but I still couldn't do it. Eventually, I hesitated for too long and Tantrum noticed me.

"What the fuck?! Who the hell are you?!" She screamed and I panicked. Rushing forward to silence her, I had forgotten that the rag still in my hand. It pressed up against her nose and mouth as she struggled to break free.

I acted on instinct, using my other hand to clasp the back of her head, holding her in place. She tried to punch and scratch me, but the hits did nothing to my unusually strong grip and after another ten seconds, she stopped struggling and went limp.

I quickly caught her in my arms, looking at her sleeping form in both horror and triumph. Mostly horror.

"You hesitated." I heard Toothless say, his voice neutral, but still seemed to inspire a sense of fear in me.

"I-I just couldn't do it." I replied half-heartedly. Toothless sighed and I could feel dissapointment eminating from the charm on my neck.

"We'll talk later. Right now, you need to find her keys. We're going to Camicazi's house." I grunted in agreement, feeling around Tantrum's clothes and purse. When I found her keys, I first opened the backseat, dropping Tantrum inside before climbing into the drivers seat and taking off, my mind still spinning from what I just did.

Later, Camicazi's House

It took a ten minute drive, but I got Tantrum to Camicazi's house without incident. Camicazi's mother was out for a business trip for the next few days, so Camicazi was basically home alone.

Toothless had scolded me on my hesitation. I tried to explain that I just didn't feel right forcing someone against their will, but he had none of it. He talked about my years of torment from the people around me, the way they treated me, abused and abandoned me.

People like my uncle, Snotlout, Tantrum, Dogsbreath, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and even Fishlegs. And the more he spoke, the more I fell over to his side. His words made sense and his ideas became mine, until I wholeheartedly regretted my indecision and promised not to do it again.

After I'd gotten Tantrum on the couch, Camicazi and I – with the help of a fifteen minute Youtube tutorial – used a length of rope to perform a basic hogtie Tantrum: her hands and feet bound together, with her knees spread apart and hands behind her back.

So now it was time to wait. The drugs from the rag should be wearing off soon, but that still gave the necklace's power enough time to change my body again.

Now I was back to the form I used with Camicazi: muscular, strong and (if I may be so bold) hung like a horse. I was still wearing my clothes so no one else could really see the changes unless you really looked.

I think it was about ten minutes before Tantrum's eyes groggily flapped open, before widening in shock.

"What… What is this?!" Tantrum exclaimed. She struggled against her bonds but to no avail. It was at this point I could faintly see a pink cloud wash over her.

"Good morning to you too." I said, sitting on a chair adjacent to the couch I tied her on.

"Who the fuck?! Hiccup?! Let me go you ant!" She struggled even more, but all that did was give her mild rope-burns.

"Relax. No need to panic, I'm not gonna hurt you. But you may want to refrain from calling me that." I said, crossing my arms but Tantrum scowled back.

"I'll do whatever I damn want ant. Now let me go or else." She tried to intimidate me, but that only made me chuckle slightly.

"Or else what? You'll bite my ankles? Good luck with that." I smirked as her arrogant attitude faltered.

"What do you want."

"What I want is for you to shut up and sit still." I growled, and I don't know how terrifying I'd gotten, but Tantrum's eyes widened and her mouth pressed into a line.

Another five minutes passed, and over time I could see the effects of the pheremones on Tantrum. Her face heated up, her breathing became more ragged, and she struggled against her bonds more and more desperately.

"Whats… whats happening…?" She huffed, squirming on the couch.

"So you feel it? That itch that's just jabbing at your senses? The heat building up inside you?" I smirked as Tantrum whinned.

"What did… ah… what did you do to me?" She was furiously rubbing herself on the fabric of the couch, trying to have some sort of friction on her body.

"Nothing. I'm just sitting here watching. Unless, you want me to come over and help you." I smirked, but she still seemed reluctant.

"N-No… I can't…" She whimpered. I could tell she was about to break, just at the tipping point.

"Come on Hiccup, put on the pressure." Toothless encouraged.

"Come on Tantrum," I stood up, making no effort to hide the bulge in my pants. "don't you feel as if you're about to explode? Like there's a fire that's just raging inside. I can help you. I'm the only one here who can. But the question is, do you want me to?"

I delibrately pressed my crotch in her face and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she savored the feeling of warmth from my groin until I pulled away, causing her to wail in wanting.

"No! C-Come back!" She said, flailing around like a fish out of water.

"Say it. Say you want me. You need me." She hesitated, probably deciding whether to give in to her desires or not. But unsurprisingly, she chose the former.

"I need you! I fucking need you! Do whatever you want, just please make it stop!"

"Good answer." I said. I unbottoned my pants, letting my ten inch, girthy phallus free. She eyed me hungrily as I pressed against her face, my shaft and balls rubbing on her cheek.

"Now show me you really mean it." She groaned, hungrilly licking my rod before I plunged the entirety of my prick into her mouth.

This began an intense skull fuck with me shoving my length into her mouth as she gagged and choked on me. She could barely breathe, but I could tell she was enjoying immensely from the pleasured moans she made when I let her come up for air.

"How's this for an ant you bitch! All the fucking shit you put me through! Finally, for once you shut the fuck up!" Cursed, picking up the pace. I slammed into her face and she seemed to barely be clinging onto conciousness as I was shoving myself in and out of her. At one point as I thrusted deep into her throat, she screamed, the vibrations sending a shock of pleasure down my shaft. I'd then noticed she came from the obvious wet spot forming around her crotch, and her body twitching.

"Who said you could cum?" I pulled out, and Tantrum coughed and wheezed, some spit leaking from her mouth as she barely had the strength to close it.

I grabbed the rope holding her hands and feet together and spun her around so that her crotch and mine were aligned. I grabbed hold of the fabric of her leggings over her snatch and pulled. My enhanced strength easilly ripped the material of both her leggings and her underwear, leaving a large tear exposing her dripping cunt.

I then untied some knots so that her legs were free, but her hands were still bound together.

"M-More." Tantrum hoarsely moaned, but instead I slapped her ass causing her to scream in both pain and pleasure.

"Shut up. You're not in control anymore. And you never will be. You do what I say, and want." I slapped her ass again just to drive my point across and she whimpered in submission.

"I can't hear you." I slapped her once more and she cried out.

"You're in charge! You're in charge! I'm just your fucktoy and you're in charge!" She cried and I smiled.

"Good girl. Very good girl. Good girls deserve rewards don't they?" I slid the head of my cock up and down Tantrum's entrance, causing her to quiver in anticipation. "Does Tantrum want a reward?"

"Yes! Yes please! I want a reward, I want a reward!" She squealed.

"Hmm. I don't think you want it that bad." I pulled away and Tantrum shouted in agony.

"No! I want it, I want it! Please! I'll do anything you say, anything! Just please give it to me!" She was beginning to writhe in torment, and I honestly began to feel bad for her. But just a bit.

"If you say so." I said before thrusting my cock deep into her snatch all in one go. Her back arched in a silent scream as I began thrusting in and out of her. He moaned and screamed as I picked up the pace, pulling on the bonds on her hands so as to get a better grip on her.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Hiccup you fucking horse!" She shouted, but I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backwards. She screamed as she was pulled close, and I bet it felt like I was about to rip the hair off her scalp.

"What did I say about who's in charge?"

"Y-You're in charge."

"Damn straight. Now shut up and get fucked." I let go and continued fucking her. Now she was quiet, other than the screams and cries of pained pleasure coming from her.

"Almost there Hiccup. Just finish inside her." Toothless said and I nodded, placing my final thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum. Gonna fucking come!" I shouted, shoving into her one more time before I let loose. I felt myself ejaculate inside her, my sperm flowing inside her.

"Fuck! God!" She shouted as she too came. I think I came for a good five seconds before I felt my seed stop. However, Tantrum didn't stop cumming; her walls kept squeezing my dick as she endlessly climaxed from Toothless' power.

"Bitch, god had nothing to do with this." She kept on cumming, her back arching and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She screamed until she ran out of air in her lungs, and she finally stopped cumming.

She fell onto the couch with a thud, barely breathing and her eyes a pale white. Her ass twitched every now and then as my seed dripped from her snatch. I looked upon my work in both disgust and satisfaction, wiping some sweat off my brow.

"That was stressful."