Dome of the Rath | ORIGINAL EPIC SEXY SCHOOL FANFICTION

Dome of the Rath PART 2

Chapter 2 – Revenge of the White Witch

It was a cold dark, wet misty, horrible, foul, despicable, despairing, uneventfully eventful, freezing cold, toxic evening at The Holy Castle for little sweaty men. Meat was about to be tenderized to a fine pulp at the sandwich venue located on the holy sphere of green and blue commonly referred to as Earth inside the school. Scotty, the Vice lord of the realm of the Hairy men was standing in front of tens of thousands of students about to read a boring waste of time called 'the daily notices'. Meanwhile telling the lesser hairy men to make him a sandwich. Rathdome groaned as he was put out of business, his rumbling groan echoed throughout the hall, smashing several windows. "Codes for All of You!" he roared, a sad moan reverberated throughout the great hall as the students reluctantly picked up their bread and butter. Berty was enjoying himself in the principal's office, not only was he watching his favorite show; The Corbangwa Anime, he was quietly sipping a glass of the finest prune juice in the land, savoring each glorious mouthful as he watched his hero the almighty Corbangwa fight off evil living toasters. He turned to the massive portrait of the previous principle, Mr. Ross Black hanging on the wall next to him, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He would never live up to the position of principle like Black did. The Mr. Black in the portrait suddenly turned to him, his eyes a glowing red, it spoke in a demonic voice "you're a mistake" it said. Berty lurched awake in his armchair, dripping with sweat like Rathdome's sweaty dome during a friday night game of poker. He turned to the portrait, the familiar face of Ross Black was no longer looking at him. He was about to take another sip of prune juice when the portrait ripped open, The White Witch of the School, Miss Tanya leaped out holding a beaker full of deadly eggplant Juice. "Kirsten! What're you doing here! That was a $50,000 priceless portrait of Lord Black himself!" "Your time at this school is over Berthold, this eggplant juice will end your reign over this school faster than you can say Ainsley Harriot" The bright moon of a summers evening shone through the curtain as Berty slowly maneuvered himself towards his office door, "now-now Tanya, let's not do anything hasty" he said slowly as The White Witch approached and a horrible odor as foul as the pits of hell entered Berty's nostril. "The school is MINE Berthold, I'll run it better than you EVER did" Berty suddenly pulled out his massive silk black principle's cape from behind him just in time to shield himself from Tanya's deadly eggplant juice as she thrust the beaker towards him. A sizzling sound was heard as Berty's beautiful cape melted, a tear rolled down his cheek and he took the opportunity and ran out his office door. "GET BACK HERE BERTHOLD!!" He could hear the wail of the evil demon behind him as he ran down the hall towards the other teachers. He made it to Rathdome's sandwich shack in time, "Wayne," he said between heavy breaths. "It's happening, she's making a move" Rathdome's eyes widened as he slowly lowered his Gatsby sandwich crammed full of triple fried fries. He reached below his desk and pushed a large red button triggering loud alarm sirens to wail. "We knew this would happen Matthew, I'm calling in my battle battalion." With that, the holy sexy sweaty dome of Rathdome's began to emit a beautiful faint yellow glow. Rathdome closed his big soft eyes and as the sirens continued their shrill sound, music could be heard in the distance. Berty realized that the Witch was no longer chasing him, and continued down the hall briskly towards the quad, a large concrete area at the center of the school. When he emerged he witnessed the greatest sight he would ever behold, an army the likes of which had never been seen, how had Rathdome done this? Where did they come from? How old just was The Holy Dome himself? Berty stood and watched as a massive army of living skeletons, fresh from the grave bones and all, stood before him. There was probably 500 or 600 of them Berty thought and all of them were holding long slender bones, but before he could give it more thought, Tanya was flying toward him, she had launched herself from the roof and was holding a whole eggplant in her hand pointed right at Berty. Berty could do nothing but scream as she flew at him, but suddenly, the alarms stopped. A new sound filled the air, the music he heard before had gotten much louder, he recognized this song from when some students were blaring it over a portable speaker. Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine, shrieking skulls will shock your soul, and seal your doom tonight and with that as if a switch had been flicked, all the skeletons charged toward Berty pointing their bones in the air like swords. Before the Witch could reach Berty, strong sure hands grabbed him from behind and yanked him back into the hall out of her way. Berty was confused, scared, and had already filled his adult diaper when he awoke in the corridor leaning on Rathdome's Sandwich stand. He must have been out for at least 30 seconds because when he awoke the skeletons had closed in and now surrounded the Witch, who was firing red-hot streams of eggplant juice from her hands fending them off on either side. Rathdome stood over him in a protective stance.

There he saw the true power of The Dome.

As the Witch slowly approached, still fending off the waves of spooky skeletons, Rathdome bent over. He stood with his legs wide, knees ever so slightly bent, his head was lowered, his gorgeous dome pointed at the Witch. Suddenly the hallway was filled with a brilliant bright white light. As Berty's eyes adjusted, the sight he was beholding would change his view of the beautiful and sexy Rathdome forever. His dome was projecting a sparkling white laser beam of pure light as a resonating hum emanated through the hall. The magnificent beam headed straight toward the Witch who was blown back faster than a snap of Thanos' fingers and soared out of the school block, the army of eager skeletons chasing after her as she went. The light on Rathdome's dome dimmed, and the smell of sweat and fecal matter filled the stuffy school block air. He offered a wrinkly hand to Berty and in-between panting, spoke one word to Berty as he helped him up. One word that would change Berty's life forever. A word that he would remember for many hundreds of years to come, this word would be on his mind during his wedding, during his children's graduation ceremonies, and even in his death bed. This single word would keep Berty guessing and wondering about its implications for the rest of his natural life. "Yum," Rathdome said and ran off after the witch with Berty trailing behind.

Scotty finished reading the holy notices and began to chow down on the massive row of sandwiches the sweaty hairy young folk had made that sat in front of him. Some of them were good, and he let the few children that made good sandwiches go with only a firm slap on the rump cheek turning it a deep red hue. However, the sandwiches that were not so great angered Scotty. With crumbs spread across his plump belly, he stood up and triggered the trapdoor sending little Timmy down to the dungeon beneath the school. He reveled in the screams of the damned as they made their way down to the deepest, darkest, dankest point on planet earth where they would spend the rest of their mortal lives in perpetual pain. At around 3am however, Scotty could hear another sound over the moans of the tired. He heard a rumbling, a sound that could only mean one thing. The Witch had struck. He jumped up from his throne, knocking over the mountainous pile of sandwiches in front of him spreading them all over the hall floor. He waddled over to the door, his fat gut limiting his speed to the minimum and what he saw when he emerged outside confirmed his suspicions. A massive skeleton army was headed straight for the hall clambering after something. It was the Witch! She was flying ahead of the army, and as the spooky scary skeletons song entered his eardrums, it was instantly blasted out by the high-pitched sound of the school alarm.

Moments later Berty and Rathdome ran over, steam swirling above Rathdome's dome. "Bruce, she has made a move." Rathdome said, "she's going to try and take over the school." Scotty put a chubby finger to Rathdome's lips silencing him. He and Rathdome had been with the school for a long time and had gotten to know each other quite intimately. Scotty gingerly slid his fingertip into Rathdome's mouth, he gazed into the big round eyes of the man he had known for so long. "Bruce," Rathdome almost whispered his name and lifted a hand to Scotty's face caressing the outside gently. Berty cleared his throat breaking up the moment, partly out of impatience, and partly out of jealousy, and as another explosion rang out from the squabble of skeletons fighting the Witch's deadly rays, Berty harbored a slight hatred for Bruce Scott and the relationship he had built with Rathdome.

END OF CHAPTER 2