Dawn of an Empire

The Weekend was rather busy for me.

On Saturday we held another ceremony, not as big as the one on Friday, but still substantial. In said ceremony both Marel and Lauren declared their loyalty to Royal magnificent. I think quite a few people realized, that the pledge was not made to Cutie but rather to me.

Right after, both Marel and Lauren where busy reigning in their troops. Of course not everyone agreed with this sudden submission and certainly I would be foolish to completely trust the two ambitious queens. But at the end of the day, lots of **** was procured in the aftermath of the great battle. Lots of naked bodies where put on film and photograph and as such we had a reasonable amount of leverage against any kind of insubordination.

(For the record, it is a good thing that neither the school, nor the police seemed keen to get involved in what is essentially a gigantic human rights violation. To be frank, I am just as perplexed as you are, but this is just how things roll at Noname high. Si fueris Romae, Romano vivito more.)

Oh, that is not to say there was absolutely no discontent within the broader student body. What Royal magnificent did was technically a war crime. At least according to the statutes and limitations of the Student council. However committing war crimes is only an issue when there are factions left that can still oppose you. The Student council for that matter, was quick to announce that while the events on that Friday where certainly questionable, an independent investigation must first. be launched before a guilty party can be determined.

That independent investigation will of course arrive at the conclusion we tell them to.

An Award ceremony followed, in which members of Royal magnificent where rewarded for their exemplary service. Notable was Vanessa for her tiring and toiling work as our spy and Susan(not the Susan, but someone with the same name) for holding off a **** charge of Lauren's royal guard almost singlehandedly. They both received the Grand cross of duty and a cash reward of 1000 Dollars each. Emma, the person responsible for the tactical side of Operation Queen's gambit was awarded a bigger club room. Meanwhile Rina and Lindsey where both promoted to the position of Lord.

I myself was granted a boon by King Cutie, which I respectfully declined, only asking to further be allowed to serve the crown.

Finally, it just couldn't be helped but throw yet another gigantic party on Saturday evening. Marel of all people was happy to pay for it. I would see it as a scheme to garner popularity, but knowing Marel she just wanted to have another chance to sex up Gina.

As for Gina's curse, most people stopped believing in it after my explanation in the auditorium. It was a pretty absurd notion from the start after all. And so, the common held school of thought in regards to Gina was simply that she was bullied into all this.

Things did take a turn for the worse for Susan however. As the one person perpetuating the rumor, she was to be punished severely and made into Marel's plaything for all eternity. (Which she already was at that point, so technically nothing really changed that much.)

Well I say this, but with Marel fully intending of punishing her, the girl was turned into the party's main attraction, which included serving as a waitress and dancing for our entertainment. That wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't had to do these tasks completely naked. It also didn't escape my notice that her pubic hair was fully removed, while her red hair was not only changed to pink but turned into a fluffy afro as well. Marel works very fast.

“You are quite vicious”, I told Marel over a cup of beer as I watched the girl dance the Can Can. She seemed rather enthusiastic about it. “Punishing her like that.”

“Punishment?” Marel gave a low chuckle as she fondled Gina sitting on her lap “That is no punishment. I just thought little Furball would make for an adorable dancer.”

“Furball?”

“Yes, I demoted her from Riceball to Furball, after that horrific betrayal.”

“Aha.”

“But anyways”, Marel continued. “This is just for my entertainment. As a matter of fact.” She smiled, looking at Gina. “Shall we have my little Ocelot join her? I think the two of them would look just darling, dancing together completely in the nude.”

The idea was tempting I had to admit, I looked at Gina, who did not share my sentiment and it became even more tempting. Still, i shook my head. “Gina is in the midst of getting punished. But she did well yesterday, I do not wish to inflict needless humiliation upon her.”

“Ah, my little Dumpling you are adorable with your crude humiliation fetish, but to properly train a pet requires many things."

Now, that was just insulting. “I am not a big fan of pain.”

“Pain is one facet”, Marel explained. “But there is so much more to it. Humiliation as well, it has it's uses of course, but take my little Furball for example. She has...very little pride. What she is doing right now is no doubt embarrassing for her, but it doesn't have any purpose beyond pleasing me. As such, to properly retrain her, I will need to rely on a lot of conditioning, positive reinforcement and, yes, a bit of pain will be unavoidable.”

Why exactly am I having this conversation? “That is very interesting.”

“It is, isn't it? Take the current situation as an example. If my little Furball performs diligently I will reduce her punishment slightly, naturally a poor performance would result in the opposite. Did you ever do something like that with my little Ocelot?”

That was a trick question. I can't let my guard down around her. “Somewhat, I suppose.”

“Make sure to properly reward her for good behavior. On that subject. My little Ocelot, how would you like to help me in my little Furball's punishment?”

Gina looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. “Your choice, no **** tough.”

“I help then”, said Gina and sported her first grin in quite a while.

I almost felt bad for Susan. Almost.

The party lasted well into Sunday, this time actually without any bloody battles, and finally at Sundays eve's there was one more ceremony to be held.

With the setting sun as backdrop, King Cutie, the cruel, signed the document of his abdication. The reason was the horrific crime committed in his name last Friday, as brought to light by the(very speedy) independent student council investigation. He would transfer all royal duties to his loyal Hand Marcie. Cutie himself would be punished for his actions by having his status reduced to serfdom. I don't think there was ever a King in history so happy to become a ****.

And with that Cutie's 10 day long reign of terror finally came to an end.

Suffice to say I learned my lesson. This time there would be no elections to mar my path. I took the crown(another theater prop) from the kneeling student council president and rested it upon my head, alongside cheers and shouts of “Queen Marcie!”

After letting them wash over me for a few moments I silenced them with a hand.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I thank you all. I will swear to do my utmost to upheld the peace and prosperity of Noname high. This is a victory not just for us, but for all students! However...” My gaze became sterner. “The great war between the factions may be over, but even now snakes are slithering in the shadows, trying to cast our school into darkness. As we speak, greedy rebels are sharpening their pencils hoping to restore the old ways of chaos and unrest.” My voice boomed louder. “I will not allow it! A new dawn rises and with it we will adapt to a bright new tomorrow! Henceforth, there will be no longer any Queens, Kings or Lords and no rule but mine!”

I took a deep breath.

“In order to achieve this, I hereby announce that Royal magnificent is to be reformed as Imperium Marcium, with me as her first Empress!”

And thus my glorious reign began.