May I Cut In?
Welcome: My latest work in progress. "May I Cut In?" is the story of Glinda and Elphaba from a slightly new perspective. The story incorporates elements books from the book (Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West) and Wicked, the musical. But my story has a different twists and turns, not found in either of the Wickeds. Later on, I will also be drawing from L. F. Baum's original Oz books, though I have plenty of plot tweaks of my own. The romance centers around the lovely Glinda and the beautifully tragic Elphaba. Though these early chapters are no more than PG at most, the over all rating for the story is for later chapters. The M rated includes warnings of: sexual encounters, harsh language, voilence, drug and alcohol use.
Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoy the story.
Also, I am looking for a beta to my terrible spelling. If you'd like to beta "May I Cut In?" please message me. Along with that, I very much enjoy suggestions. I would love input from all readers, so if you'd kindly give me a hint or two about what you'd like to see in this story please feel free to review or message me with your ideas. I will try my best to get back to you in a timely matter.
Sincerely,
WiiPros
“May I cut in?”
Though her words were spoken softly, Galinda startled and found her cheeks burning a bright pink. She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly smiling at the familiar words. Elphaba stood before her now, her long fingers extended toward her blonde room mate and a knowing smirk placed on her thin lips. Galinda’s ears burned and her heart pounded in her chest.
“You startled me…” she said, her voice matching Elphaba’s softness. Her delicate, pale fingers slipped into the hand of the green girl. In one swift motion, Elphaba pulled her into a perfect waltz frame. Galinda didn’t resist.
“I’m sorry. You just looked like you needed a partner,”
It was funny how their friendship came to be. A misguided trick involving a significant black hat and a dance amongst their peers that would forever be burned upon their lives, for better or for worse. But here they were, in the Shiz dance studio, waltzing to the music of Gillikin kings.
“It’s odd you know how to dance so well, Elphie,” Galinda commented, letting her roommate lead her around the room. “I always thought you much too awkward,” she said with a teasing smile. Elphaba scowled.
“I took lessons in Munchkinland. It’s expected of the next Eminent Thropp to be able to dance,”
“Then what in Oz was that dance you did at the Ozdust?” Galinda asked.
“A traditional Munchkin dance. Thank you for mocking my culture,” Elphaba responded, but a smile was on her lips.
“Well it’s hard to remember when you don’t look like a Munchkin,” Galinda attempted to defend herself.
For one as angular and awkward Elphaba, it was awe inspiring the way she glided across the floor. Galinda wondered if she had had experience leading, for she never faltered as she pressed her palm into the blonde’s back to pull her into a quick spin or carried her across the room with dizzying twists and turns.
The mirrors that surrounded the room bore into Elphaba’s back and she tensed, keeping her eyes trained on Galinda’s. As long as her as did not stray, as long as she focused on though piercing blue eyes, she would not have to face the image of the perfect blonde in the arms of a toad. She never thought twice about dancing with Galinda, but each time she saw their reflections staring back at her, she knew Galinda belonged in the arms of a prince and not an artichoke.
“Why don’t you dance with the young men, Galinda?” Elphaba had once asked.
A giggling Galinda replied. “Because all the young men who dance for the love of dancing prefer the company of other young men.” And it had taken an hour for Elphaba’s coloring to return to normal.
“Tell me this, Miss Upland,” Elphaba spoke as they came to a stop with the music. They stood dead center of the large studio, Galinda still in Elphaba’s arms. Neither moved. “What are you doing in the dance studio just past midnight?”
“It’s my sanctuary,”
X
Galinda was born to Gallorenzo Upland and Gwenavinda Arduenna. Elphaba was born to Melena Thropp and Frexspar the Godly. Neither Thropp nor Upland had believed they would ever be stuck with the likes of one another. But alas, fate had intervened with an iron fist and placed the teenaged girls together in a single, stuffy room in the grand Crage hall in the prestigious Shiz University. In fact, neither of the girls had even thought they would be attending the university. Well off as the Uplands were, they were a sheltered people and none from the home village of Frottica had ever attended a university, including the men. Meanwhile, though Elphaba dreamed of university life, none of her family had attended upper schooling out side of Munchkinland.
In a strange turn of events, Galinda found herself being shipped off to Shiz with the encouragement of her grandmother who believed the only decent men for her little Galinda would be educated men of a university. All of Oz knew the greatness of Shiz University. Galinda sometimes wondered if her parents had pulled some strings to get her in. (She had never been much of an intellect.) After protesting the idea, Galinda learned of their architecture program and she had her bags packed three months in advance.
In a similar odd way, Elphaba was given an acceptance letter one day in early summer time. The Eminent Thropp heeded Elphaba’s pleas to attend schooling and let her send out applications with her finest essays on history, science, and literature. To her great grandfather’s surprise, the strange green girl whose destiny was to follow in his foot steps was accepted to every school she applied. When confronted, Elphaba was just as surprised as he. To her father’s dismay, Peerless Thropp chose Shiz University for Elphaba’s schooling. Their programs were of the best in all of Oz and though Shiz was in Gillikin, he was going to assure his great granddaughter had the best education. Elphaba was sent off to school with the words of her father ringing in her ears, “You are only going to make sure it is a decent school for Nessarose when she attends a university next fall.” But no words could put emerald girl down; she was going to Shiz University!
And it was in this way that the Thropp and the Upland found themselves arriving at the university of every intellect’s dream.
But the girls met an unforgiving hell of a first day.
X
5:45 a.m.
Before this morning, Galinda was blissfully unaware that there was a thing as five in the morning. That was the hellish time that the train arrived in the depot of Shiz. She could feel dark circles forming under her eyes lids as she tried to reveal the private compartment of her multitude of suit cases and bags, all in matching white trimmed with gold. Growling with effort, she managed to dislodge the larger of her suit cases from the other head compartment, but she realized with much dismay that her tiny frame could not support the weight of all her bags combined.
“Excuse me,” she chimed to a young man coming through the car, dressed in the official uniform of the Gillikin Express. He halted, barely managing to keep his mouth shut as he beheld the girl before him. Even in her sleepless state, the young Upland was the most exquisite being her had ever had the pleasure of beholding. As the tall boy gawked, Galinda let one of her signature giggles float through the air.
“Could you, well, help me?” she asked with a bat of her eye lashes.
“O-of course,” he said, quickly grabbing her suitcases and even a bag which he slung over his shoulder. He led her through the train with a bit of difficulty; for he had taken upon all Galinda’s luggage, save for her purse and a small bag. Exiting through the large double doors, he unloaded her belongs on to a cart.
Galinda was all smiles, as she placed a hand on his arm. She noted the drip of sweat rolling down his cheek and she suppressed a cringe of disgust. “Well are you just a strong, young man. I thought I had worked myself quite into a predicament. Thank you very much,” she spoke with an air of flirteous superiority, while slipping a bill into his breast pocket.
“It was my pleasure,” he replied, all but drooling of the lovely Gillikin girl before him.
She smirked as she turned her back to him, a twist of the lips no boy would ever see. No, this smug look of satisfaction from knowing every boy she met stumbled in her wake was saved only for herself. A guilty pleasure, it was.
And before she could even put her hands on the handle of the cart, another man had appeared. He was older, at least his early thirties, but the look in his eyes was the same as the boy helper. True, he disguised the look much better, but his eyes deceived him. “May I help you, Miss?”
“Please,” she breathed, flashing him a smile. Shiz was going to kneel at her feet just as everywhere else had. The students, teachers, Animals…oh, they would all bend to her will. For it was inconvincible to think anyone was immune to the charm that was Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands.
X
Unlike the day and a half trip Miss Galinda had to make to arrive at Shiz University, Elphaba’s uncomfortable journey was much longer. Not only was it nearly five times the length of from Nest Harding to Shiz, as if was from Frottica to Shiz, but there was not rail way in Munchkinland. Much to the anger of Peerless, his great granddaughter had to travel down the Yellow Brick Road, through the Emerald City, to Shiz and all by carriage. In all, the venture lasted over a week.
But though her legs, buttock, and back ached, Elphaba was the most excited she had even been in her entire life as her stepped out of the carriage.
6:00 a.m.
The vibrant seventeen year old’s baggage collect was much…much smaller than Galinda’s. It consisted of a single suitcase and messenger back that lay at her side with a strap stretched across her chest. Even without the luggage collection of upper Gillikin class, Elphaba was little a child in a candy store. She hadn’t even noticed the people passing by, staring at her.
She stood directly before the school of her dreams. It was a jumble of many different architectures, interspersed with cafes, gardens, and even the occasional tree. It was like a city. Shiz University was surrounded by walls that were laced with ivy. The giant iron gates were drawn back against the ways and the cobble stone road that led into the grounds was all the welcome the green girl needed.
Marching into the school, for Elphaba never did anything less the march, she beheld her settings. To the right lay Crage Hall, one of the few colleges that made up the whole that was Shiz University and the only one to accept women. Straight ahead was staggering height that was the main library, which was shared by all students. Elphaba nearly staggered at its immense side. If there was a heaven, the eldest Thropp has found it. But she forced her eyes away to see the rest of the school.
To the left there was Three Queens and Briscoe Hall. And if she craned her neck, she could see just between Briscoe Hall and the Major Library (as it was called) the famous Suicide Canal. And as she panned her eyes back over toward Crage Hall, she could see Ozma Towers beyond. Out of the four colleges, Crage Hall was definitely not the best, but as Galinda had once reasoned “It is Shiz University though!” But seeing as it was only college at Shiz to accept women, not to mention one of few throughout Oz, it was not as though the green girl had much of a choice. No matter how terrible the school though, for she would enjoy all the delights of a scholar in the Major Library once time allowed.
But she knew she must be off for fresher orientation was in merely an hour and she dared not be late on her very first day.
X
Along with the porter, Galinda traveled to the entrance of Crage Hall. Entering Shiz was a truly amazing experience. There was architecture of all sorts. Arcs and columns and oh the craftsmanship! She could not wait to explore every last corner of each and every building, especially that of Major Library, which had a most intriguing design. Though for the time being she was forced into the entry hall of Crage Hall which paled in comparison to the buildings outside.
The room was filled to the brim with girls of all shapes and sizes, though she would definitely be counted short category. At first there was no reaction upon her entrance. There were clusters of girls chitter-chatting with their aging chaperones close at hand. And like so many other times that smug smirk curled the corners of her lips for just an instant. They would all know who she was by the end of the orientation.
With an elegant flip of her blonde curls, Galinda had captured the attention of many of the young women. They looked on with envious eyes. But who could blame them? Dressed in her white traveling outfit, it was no wonder they stared. Her skirt was dangerously short for the times, ending just above the caps of her knees, showing of her perfectly, porcelain legs. And lucky her matching heels provided her with a few inches of height, to at least put her among the lower end of average height.
Now that she had some of their attention all she needed was to sink her claws into the rest, make sure they all knew who she was and not to mess with her. Her beautifully emerald eyes scanned the crowds; a lovely smile tipped her lips up in the most endearing manor. Galinda looked for the highest on the social ladder. There were not hard to identify, dressed in the finest clothing with a haughty air about them, but none more so that Galinda Arduenna of the Uplands.
The first to approach her was quite a fire cracker; the cocky Miss Shenshen followed by Miss Pfannee and Miss Milla. They introduced themselves, one by one, though it was obvious Shenshen was the leader of this group. Galinda flicked her hair as if their introduction meant nothing to her, which it didn’t.
“Galinda Arduenna of the Uplands, it’s a pleasure,” she said, with a curving smile. The porter who had brought her luggage had slipped away, but not without a spying glance at the young girl’s legs.
Before any more pleasant talk could be mad, the fish that was head mistress entered in a flourish. Galinda blanched at the sight of her. Huge, with bulging deposits of fat around her midsection, neck, and flanks, and she freakishly resembled a fish. The three girls, who would become Galinda’s society friends giggled at some joke one of them had made. The blonde though, was too preoccupied with the disgusting creature before her to even let out a chuckle.
“Welcome my dearies,” the fish began and Galinda knew they were not going to have a good relationship.
Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoy the story.
Also, I am looking for a beta to my terrible spelling. If you'd like to beta "May I Cut In?" please message me. Along with that, I very much enjoy suggestions. I would love input from all readers, so if you'd kindly give me a hint or two about what you'd like to see in this story please feel free to review or message me with your ideas. I will try my best to get back to you in a timely matter.
Sincerely,
WiiPros
“May I cut in?”
Though her words were spoken softly, Galinda startled and found her cheeks burning a bright pink. She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly smiling at the familiar words. Elphaba stood before her now, her long fingers extended toward her blonde room mate and a knowing smirk placed on her thin lips. Galinda’s ears burned and her heart pounded in her chest.
“You startled me…” she said, her voice matching Elphaba’s softness. Her delicate, pale fingers slipped into the hand of the green girl. In one swift motion, Elphaba pulled her into a perfect waltz frame. Galinda didn’t resist.
“I’m sorry. You just looked like you needed a partner,”
It was funny how their friendship came to be. A misguided trick involving a significant black hat and a dance amongst their peers that would forever be burned upon their lives, for better or for worse. But here they were, in the Shiz dance studio, waltzing to the music of Gillikin kings.
“It’s odd you know how to dance so well, Elphie,” Galinda commented, letting her roommate lead her around the room. “I always thought you much too awkward,” she said with a teasing smile. Elphaba scowled.
“I took lessons in Munchkinland. It’s expected of the next Eminent Thropp to be able to dance,”
“Then what in Oz was that dance you did at the Ozdust?” Galinda asked.
“A traditional Munchkin dance. Thank you for mocking my culture,” Elphaba responded, but a smile was on her lips.
“Well it’s hard to remember when you don’t look like a Munchkin,” Galinda attempted to defend herself.
For one as angular and awkward Elphaba, it was awe inspiring the way she glided across the floor. Galinda wondered if she had had experience leading, for she never faltered as she pressed her palm into the blonde’s back to pull her into a quick spin or carried her across the room with dizzying twists and turns.
The mirrors that surrounded the room bore into Elphaba’s back and she tensed, keeping her eyes trained on Galinda’s. As long as her as did not stray, as long as she focused on though piercing blue eyes, she would not have to face the image of the perfect blonde in the arms of a toad. She never thought twice about dancing with Galinda, but each time she saw their reflections staring back at her, she knew Galinda belonged in the arms of a prince and not an artichoke.
“Why don’t you dance with the young men, Galinda?” Elphaba had once asked.
A giggling Galinda replied. “Because all the young men who dance for the love of dancing prefer the company of other young men.” And it had taken an hour for Elphaba’s coloring to return to normal.
“Tell me this, Miss Upland,” Elphaba spoke as they came to a stop with the music. They stood dead center of the large studio, Galinda still in Elphaba’s arms. Neither moved. “What are you doing in the dance studio just past midnight?”
“It’s my sanctuary,”
X
Galinda was born to Gallorenzo Upland and Gwenavinda Arduenna. Elphaba was born to Melena Thropp and Frexspar the Godly. Neither Thropp nor Upland had believed they would ever be stuck with the likes of one another. But alas, fate had intervened with an iron fist and placed the teenaged girls together in a single, stuffy room in the grand Crage hall in the prestigious Shiz University. In fact, neither of the girls had even thought they would be attending the university. Well off as the Uplands were, they were a sheltered people and none from the home village of Frottica had ever attended a university, including the men. Meanwhile, though Elphaba dreamed of university life, none of her family had attended upper schooling out side of Munchkinland.
In a strange turn of events, Galinda found herself being shipped off to Shiz with the encouragement of her grandmother who believed the only decent men for her little Galinda would be educated men of a university. All of Oz knew the greatness of Shiz University. Galinda sometimes wondered if her parents had pulled some strings to get her in. (She had never been much of an intellect.) After protesting the idea, Galinda learned of their architecture program and she had her bags packed three months in advance.
In a similar odd way, Elphaba was given an acceptance letter one day in early summer time. The Eminent Thropp heeded Elphaba’s pleas to attend schooling and let her send out applications with her finest essays on history, science, and literature. To her great grandfather’s surprise, the strange green girl whose destiny was to follow in his foot steps was accepted to every school she applied. When confronted, Elphaba was just as surprised as he. To her father’s dismay, Peerless Thropp chose Shiz University for Elphaba’s schooling. Their programs were of the best in all of Oz and though Shiz was in Gillikin, he was going to assure his great granddaughter had the best education. Elphaba was sent off to school with the words of her father ringing in her ears, “You are only going to make sure it is a decent school for Nessarose when she attends a university next fall.” But no words could put emerald girl down; she was going to Shiz University!
And it was in this way that the Thropp and the Upland found themselves arriving at the university of every intellect’s dream.
But the girls met an unforgiving hell of a first day.
X
5:45 a.m.
Before this morning, Galinda was blissfully unaware that there was a thing as five in the morning. That was the hellish time that the train arrived in the depot of Shiz. She could feel dark circles forming under her eyes lids as she tried to reveal the private compartment of her multitude of suit cases and bags, all in matching white trimmed with gold. Growling with effort, she managed to dislodge the larger of her suit cases from the other head compartment, but she realized with much dismay that her tiny frame could not support the weight of all her bags combined.
“Excuse me,” she chimed to a young man coming through the car, dressed in the official uniform of the Gillikin Express. He halted, barely managing to keep his mouth shut as he beheld the girl before him. Even in her sleepless state, the young Upland was the most exquisite being her had ever had the pleasure of beholding. As the tall boy gawked, Galinda let one of her signature giggles float through the air.
“Could you, well, help me?” she asked with a bat of her eye lashes.
“O-of course,” he said, quickly grabbing her suitcases and even a bag which he slung over his shoulder. He led her through the train with a bit of difficulty; for he had taken upon all Galinda’s luggage, save for her purse and a small bag. Exiting through the large double doors, he unloaded her belongs on to a cart.
Galinda was all smiles, as she placed a hand on his arm. She noted the drip of sweat rolling down his cheek and she suppressed a cringe of disgust. “Well are you just a strong, young man. I thought I had worked myself quite into a predicament. Thank you very much,” she spoke with an air of flirteous superiority, while slipping a bill into his breast pocket.
“It was my pleasure,” he replied, all but drooling of the lovely Gillikin girl before him.
She smirked as she turned her back to him, a twist of the lips no boy would ever see. No, this smug look of satisfaction from knowing every boy she met stumbled in her wake was saved only for herself. A guilty pleasure, it was.
And before she could even put her hands on the handle of the cart, another man had appeared. He was older, at least his early thirties, but the look in his eyes was the same as the boy helper. True, he disguised the look much better, but his eyes deceived him. “May I help you, Miss?”
“Please,” she breathed, flashing him a smile. Shiz was going to kneel at her feet just as everywhere else had. The students, teachers, Animals…oh, they would all bend to her will. For it was inconvincible to think anyone was immune to the charm that was Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands.
X
Unlike the day and a half trip Miss Galinda had to make to arrive at Shiz University, Elphaba’s uncomfortable journey was much longer. Not only was it nearly five times the length of from Nest Harding to Shiz, as if was from Frottica to Shiz, but there was not rail way in Munchkinland. Much to the anger of Peerless, his great granddaughter had to travel down the Yellow Brick Road, through the Emerald City, to Shiz and all by carriage. In all, the venture lasted over a week.
But though her legs, buttock, and back ached, Elphaba was the most excited she had even been in her entire life as her stepped out of the carriage.
6:00 a.m.
The vibrant seventeen year old’s baggage collect was much…much smaller than Galinda’s. It consisted of a single suitcase and messenger back that lay at her side with a strap stretched across her chest. Even without the luggage collection of upper Gillikin class, Elphaba was little a child in a candy store. She hadn’t even noticed the people passing by, staring at her.
She stood directly before the school of her dreams. It was a jumble of many different architectures, interspersed with cafes, gardens, and even the occasional tree. It was like a city. Shiz University was surrounded by walls that were laced with ivy. The giant iron gates were drawn back against the ways and the cobble stone road that led into the grounds was all the welcome the green girl needed.
Marching into the school, for Elphaba never did anything less the march, she beheld her settings. To the right lay Crage Hall, one of the few colleges that made up the whole that was Shiz University and the only one to accept women. Straight ahead was staggering height that was the main library, which was shared by all students. Elphaba nearly staggered at its immense side. If there was a heaven, the eldest Thropp has found it. But she forced her eyes away to see the rest of the school.
To the left there was Three Queens and Briscoe Hall. And if she craned her neck, she could see just between Briscoe Hall and the Major Library (as it was called) the famous Suicide Canal. And as she panned her eyes back over toward Crage Hall, she could see Ozma Towers beyond. Out of the four colleges, Crage Hall was definitely not the best, but as Galinda had once reasoned “It is Shiz University though!” But seeing as it was only college at Shiz to accept women, not to mention one of few throughout Oz, it was not as though the green girl had much of a choice. No matter how terrible the school though, for she would enjoy all the delights of a scholar in the Major Library once time allowed.
But she knew she must be off for fresher orientation was in merely an hour and she dared not be late on her very first day.
X
Along with the porter, Galinda traveled to the entrance of Crage Hall. Entering Shiz was a truly amazing experience. There was architecture of all sorts. Arcs and columns and oh the craftsmanship! She could not wait to explore every last corner of each and every building, especially that of Major Library, which had a most intriguing design. Though for the time being she was forced into the entry hall of Crage Hall which paled in comparison to the buildings outside.
The room was filled to the brim with girls of all shapes and sizes, though she would definitely be counted short category. At first there was no reaction upon her entrance. There were clusters of girls chitter-chatting with their aging chaperones close at hand. And like so many other times that smug smirk curled the corners of her lips for just an instant. They would all know who she was by the end of the orientation.
With an elegant flip of her blonde curls, Galinda had captured the attention of many of the young women. They looked on with envious eyes. But who could blame them? Dressed in her white traveling outfit, it was no wonder they stared. Her skirt was dangerously short for the times, ending just above the caps of her knees, showing of her perfectly, porcelain legs. And lucky her matching heels provided her with a few inches of height, to at least put her among the lower end of average height.
Now that she had some of their attention all she needed was to sink her claws into the rest, make sure they all knew who she was and not to mess with her. Her beautifully emerald eyes scanned the crowds; a lovely smile tipped her lips up in the most endearing manor. Galinda looked for the highest on the social ladder. There were not hard to identify, dressed in the finest clothing with a haughty air about them, but none more so that Galinda Arduenna of the Uplands.
The first to approach her was quite a fire cracker; the cocky Miss Shenshen followed by Miss Pfannee and Miss Milla. They introduced themselves, one by one, though it was obvious Shenshen was the leader of this group. Galinda flicked her hair as if their introduction meant nothing to her, which it didn’t.
“Galinda Arduenna of the Uplands, it’s a pleasure,” she said, with a curving smile. The porter who had brought her luggage had slipped away, but not without a spying glance at the young girl’s legs.
Before any more pleasant talk could be mad, the fish that was head mistress entered in a flourish. Galinda blanched at the sight of her. Huge, with bulging deposits of fat around her midsection, neck, and flanks, and she freakishly resembled a fish. The three girls, who would become Galinda’s society friends giggled at some joke one of them had made. The blonde though, was too preoccupied with the disgusting creature before her to even let out a chuckle.
“Welcome my dearies,” the fish began and Galinda knew they were not going to have a good relationship.