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The Prom Queen's Scepter

by AladdinAbu

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NOTE: Just a head's up; this storyline is going to seem pretty damn recycled to anybody who's ever read any "mature only" dojinshi (especially a futanari dojinshi). Not that I stole it outright, just that there's a lot of very typical plot points. I'm proud of how it turned out, but let's not confuse that with "I think this is the most original thing anybody's ever written." So don't gripe.

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~~~~~~~~~[PART 1: Getting Freaky]

"Freak, loser, loserfreak, waste of space... incompetent." A usual day for prom queen Libby Chessler; insult the student body, berate their wardrobes for not being as up-to-date as hers, and rub her own popularity in the faces of everyone regardless of race, creed, nationality, or fashion sense. Or so she thought.

She was sitting with her legs daintily crossed in the cafeteria when a strange feeling began to come over her. Almost as if from far away, she heard a whisper - one that sounded an awful lot like that freaktastic Sabrina's voice - but she couldn't quite make it out. Weird... but whatever. She was in the middle of an important conversation with Jill and CC about lipliner.

"It's trashy," Jill was saying. "To use purple around red, it's just gross!"

Libby nodded. The feeling grew and began to burble down, down into her stomach. It couldn't be the cafeteria food; she was having a catered lunch today. "That girl should be shot for even attempting it."

"I know, right?" CC cackled. "Stupidity squared!"

As the girls laughed and chatted, something was transpiring elsewhere that none of them could have imagined. In another dimension from their own, secluded from the eyes of mere average humans like themselves, two of their peers who were NOT so average had been hard at work dreaming up some delicious rumors about people they knew. Mostly this was for their own amusement, but it had the added benefit of fulfiling a legal requirement; a two-for-one special. Unbeknownst to them, however, these ridiculous stories became far more serious when they crossed over from this otherworld into our own...

Which Libby was quickly discovering. Not that she had any inkling of the cause, but the effect was becoming painfully clear to her. In her discomfort, she crossed her legs in the other direction - and felt a SQUISH.

"Libby?"

"What?" she asked distantly as she shifted her thighs. Something was DEFINITELY wrong down there. She pushed herself back from the table to see if anybody was under there, playing a prank on her. Nope; all clear.

"What the heck are you doing?" Jill asked, puzzled.

"Thought I felt a draft," Libby lied. If she'd had some kind of gross accident (which was unthinkable, but what IF?), she certainly didn't want to be too obvious. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"Stacey Keaton is in deep," Jill repeated. "I heard that her Daddy's side business was playing the ponies, and that he gambled their whole HOUSE and lost!"

Libby gasped. "No! Oh, that is too delicious. I'll have to rub her face in it after lunch."

"We get to be there to watch, right?" CC asked with a devious grin.

"You most certainly do," Libby said, trying not to let her pain show in her face. Whatever had happened was certainly still inside her panties, and would not be ignored for long periods of time. Periods... was that it? Her pad hadn't been enough? But her cycle wouldn't start until next week, anyway.

"You know Libby wouldn't have it any other way," Jill said confidently.

Libby pursed her lips. "What did I say you were to start calling me?"

"Your Majesty," they both mumbled.

"That's right; I'm going to be homecoming queen, if all is right with the universe. If we start calling me that now, it will subliminally prepare the other students for when I ascend to my rightful throne."

CC clapped her hands. "Brilliant!"

"I know, I know." But as Libby was stirring her crème brûlée, enjoying that familiar tingle of excitement she felt at being at the top of the Westbridge High food chain, another tingle came to her attention - one that made her squirm. Whatever was down there shared her excitement. "Uhh... right. So, CC, about that hairclip."

"What about it?" she asked, smile fading as she felt up her hair nervously. "You don't like it? Is it the color? Oh, I knew I should have got the pink one, but the green was calling out to me..."

Libby re-crossed her legs again, but this time the uninvited guest didn't squish quite as much as it had before - and she felt heat from it, smoldering heat that she wasn't used to feeling. It was getting to the point where all she wanted to do was yank up her skirt and see what was going on down there, but she had to hold out; in a few minutes lunch would be over and she could casually stroll to the bathroom to check it out on her own time. "No, nothing like that. Actually, I was just thinking that it matches your eyes really well."

Now CC was smiling shyly, staring down at her nails. "R-really? I... wow, Libby, I... thanks. I just tried to think what you would get, and I ended up with this."

That mortified her. Libby wasn't supposed to be nice; she was supposed to rule with an iron fist. But something about the way CC was smiling, acting so embarassed about the compliment, it also pleased her - pleased that new creepy thing that had lodged itself where it didn't belong. She had to do some damage control, and quick. "Hey, I wouldn't let you hang around with me if you weren't up to code, now would I?"

"Right," she laughed, clearly more comfortable with the compliment now that Libby had amended it to make herself sound good as well. "God, I hope if I ever go through a fashionably-challenged phase that you'll banish me until I snap out of it."

"Oh, CC," Jill laughed, patting her on the arm. "You're so funny!"

Just when it was becoming too much for her to bear, the bell rang. Jill and CC began getting their trays together and Libby was doing the same... until something occurred to her. The thing might not be entirely invisible to the naked eye. She hastily said, "Jill, take my tray up for me?"

"Sure," she said, eager to please. As they joined the throngs heading for the dish window, Libby scooted back just a few inches and chanced a look down.

There was a weird bulge there, allright. No stains on her skirt yet that she could see, which was a plus, but whatever it was bore further investigation. In solitude. She glanced left and right and saw no one had noticed yet, so she put her purse in her lap for the time being and began digging for some lip gloss that she knew for a fact always ended up at the very bottom. This was a double-edged sword; the weight of her purse against the weird anomaly made the heat coming from it yet stronger, made her heart beat faster than it already was. How was she going to get out of this?

"You coming, Libby?" CC asked when they got back to the table to grab their books.

"Of course," she said nonchalantly as she stowed her lip gloss again, deftly moving her schoolbooks in front of her lap as she shouldered her purse. They moved into the throng, Libby feeling eyes on her everywhere. But then again, that was normal, wasn't it? Everybody was always watching the queen of popularity. Just this once, she wished that wasn't true.

"I've got to powder my nose," she told the two of them. "Tell the teacher I may be late to class."

"We'll come with you!" Jill offered immediately, but Libby was already shaking her head. "We... won't come with you?"

"I'd rather not have anyone present for what may happen in that bathroom. You go on ahead."

They exchanged a worried glance, then shrugged and skipped merrily along to Social Studies. At first opportunity, Libby darted into the ladies' room and closed the door. A quick peek under the doors showed her that no other girls were in there; perfect. Her shaking hands laid books and purse on the countertop next to the sink. Now or never.

The bulge was alarmingly obvious, even under her skirt. Whatever it was, it wasn't a wrinkle in fabric. When she lifted the hem, it was even more obvious now that there was only the thin layer of cotton holding it in. There could be no questioning what it was, because there were only so many things that held that shape and felt so warm.

"What..." Poor Libby never got any further than the one word, because she was too busy having a nervous breakdown. Her fingers twitched toward the long, cylindrical interloper, but she held back. What was she going to do about it, anyway? Still, this could all be a hallucination; if she touched it and felt only her normal, perfectly-flat abdomen, then maybe a good nap would put this all behind her. She touched it.

It was REAL. Worse than real: it felt hard and hotter than anything she could have imagined. Even thinking the phrase was stupid, insane, but her mouth breathed it anyway in the hopes that saying it out loud would make it less so.

"I grew a dick? I GREW A FUCKING DICK?!"

It didn't help. Though she felt like puking her guts out, the more she watched, the harder it got. Even after she took her hand away, it kept growing until the head began to peep out from the waistband of her panties. It was when she first got a peek at the red, slick skin with the tiny pinhole slit in the end that she truly began to panic.

"This... this is crazy. There's no way I could suddenly have a- but it's right there, it's right there LOOKING at me!"

The lights flickered on and off, and she looked around wildly, but no one else had entered the bathroom. Safe for now. Then she heard the bell ring; class had started. She was tardy... but her Social Studies professor was a big fan of the cheer squad. He would swallow whatever lame excuse she dreamed up on the way there.

"What do I do?" she whispered to it, hoping it would answer. It didn't. "No... no, God..."

Since it wasn't getting any smaller and she refused to stay trapped in the bathroom forever, Libby slowly peeled down her underwear. It was there, allright, larger than life (and a lot of other things); a long, thick choad. Veins stood out in strong relief against the rest of its surface, and it hovered an inch or so away from her pelvis, standing under its own dark power. She kept stripping until she saw the soft round sack that hung from its base. In desperation for some answers, she put her hand against the balls and pressed in, knowing that was where her beloved pussy would normally live... and found nothing but muscle and skin, no soft lips, no opening. It was totally gone.

"Wh-what does this mean? Am I not even a girl anymore?" Abandoning that for a moment, she yanked up her blouse and bra, but was oddly relieved to find her perfectly-spherical boobs were in their places. In the next second, however, she realized something else. "Crap... so I'm not really turning into a guy. I'm j-just growing a dick? But what the hell does that make me, then?"

That was when she heard a thump from one of the stalls. "EEK!" she shrieked instinctively, then focused on it; she saw nothing, and she knew nobody was in there from before. Still, she called out, "Who's there?"

The silence stretched on for a long time. Repositioning her clothes to cover herself as best she could, she marched to the door and flung it open, just to ease her anxious mind- and found herself more anxious than ever.

"SABRINA!"

It was that irritating blonde freak. The royal pain in Libby's flawless caboose. She had her feet up on the toilet seet with her arms around her legs, and her vacant, dim-witted eyes were now wide with panic. Caught. Her legs being up like that had been why she'd avoided detection during her initial sweep of the bathroom; she should have actually opened each stall door to make absolutely sure. But there were more important things to discuss.

"You've been spying on me?!" Libby hissed, feeling sweat pop out on her temples for the first time in... well, ever. "How- why would- OOH, I hate you, you stupid maggot!"

"I didn't mean to!" Sabrina pleaded immediately, standing up; Libby was glad to note that her pants were already up. "I just needed a place to transport in from the Otherreal- uhh, I mean, I needed a place to chill. How was I supposed to know you'd come in here and start... start, uh..."

It was then both girls focused on the matter at hand: the errant cock. Libby fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Don't look at me."

"I..." But she was too slackjawed to elaborate.

"I said, don't look at it, freak!" Libby snapped, trying to press it flatter with her hands; instead, it felt incredibly good and made it even less likely to go limp. "NH! Oh, this is a nightmare, this has to be a nightmare!"

"So it's real," Sabrina breathed, stretching a hand out for it - and jerking it back when Libby staggered away. "Wait, I- I just wanted to-"

"EW!"

"I wanted to feel it," Sabrina went on doggedly, "because it can't be real, right? A cheap blow-up toy?"

Libby threw up her hands, resigned to discussing this with her worst enemy. What was she going to do, keep lying? That would just be more pathetic. "I wish. Instead, I have this... really HUGE problem. I can't even begin to figure out how this is remotely possible, and I have to tiptoe around that gigantic stumbling block and focus on what I'm going to do next."

"Do? What do you mean?"

"It's hard as a rock." Sneering at Sabrina's blank look, she yanked up the hem of her skirt so she could get a better view of its outline beneath her panties. "There, feel better? It's too freaking big to be a figment of my imagination."

"OMIGOD!" Sabrina gasped, clapping her hands to her eyes. Then, of course, the little freak took another look through her fingers before closing them as well. "Wow, that is definitely a dick! A genuine Johnsonville bratwurst!"

This moment of desperation was too horrifying for her to remain aloof. The cheerleader rushed over to Sabrina and whispered, "Do you have any ideas? Please, I'm begging you, I- you're my least favorite person in the universe and you have no reason to help me, but god, this is beyond petty bickering in the hallway, isn't it?"

"What do you want ME to do?" she asked in a small voice. "I... and why would you think I could help? What have you heard?!"

Libby sighed, incorrectly guessing that Sabrina was worried about her reputation as a virgin. "Hey, I never said you had to jump on it, I just want suggestions! God!"

Slowly, Sabrina dropped her hands and stared openly at the lump in the front of Libby's skirt. It didn't improve her mood to realize that this was making it yet harder; was she attracted to that freak? Of course not! But either way, having someone's face inches away from it when it was like this...

"Well," she whispered, pushing into it with an experimental finger, "not that I know any more about these things than we learned in health class, but... maybe if you think about something else it'll just go away?"

"As if!" Libby scoffed as she tried not to enjoy the prodding. It made her sick to her stomach, yet moreso thinking about who was doing it, but the swollen organ didn't seem to care about such things. "What, count sheep and it'll deflate all on its own? You're delusional - look how huge it is!"

There were tears in Sabrina's eyes. From what? Sympathy, fear... wait. She wasn't afraid that Libby was going to DO something to her, was she? "Sabrina..."

"What?" she squeaked, voice breaking.

"Sabrina!" she whispered, pulse quickening in her throat. "Listen, you... you don't have to be scared of me!"

"I'm not," she protested, swiping at her eyes. "It's just... I just don't know what to do."

Her stomach was twisting with revulsion. Yes, Sabrina was her greatest foe in the world of popularity: a girl who wouldn't fall in line with the other peasants. But she was still a fellow woman. She'd never force her into something like this, or let anyone else get away with it either. Some things just weren't okay.

Simultaneously, her dick was so hard now that it was throbbing; closeness to another warm person was too much for it. Libby was even beginning to feel the affects of arousal in the rest of her body; her muscles tingled, her nipples were hard, her mouth was dry. What was happening to her?

"Libby?"

"Sabrina, you better go," she whispered, leaning heavily against the door frame of the stall. "I... I don't know what's going on, but it's not good. Get out of here."

This shocked Sabrina in some way. "B-but-"

"Go on, escape!"

"But I have to help you." Her voice was urgent despite her fear. "This is- I don't know what it is, but you're freaking out, I can tell! How can I just-"

"Seriously, Freakman, I think I need to deal with this on my own!" They both stopped for a moment and stared at each other, breathing hard, unsure of what else they could do. Sabrina's cheeks were blushing from embarassment, and Libby was probably covered in a thin sheet of sweat by now. Finally, she cleared her throat and said, "Look. I... I have a... and I don't know how it got there, or why it's so big and red, or why it's erect. I just know that I can't go to class with it this way, so I'll stay here until I think of something. And I really don't want you hanging around and making me feel even weirder than I already do, got it?!"

Sabrina nodded, but she didn't move. Not for a while. Then she swallowed, pressing her hand to her lips, and then she looked up and asked, "When did you notice it?"

"During lunch." Her lip quivered. "It wasn't hard then, though, I... I don't know why it got hard. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me!"

"Can I... okay, I know you already think I'm a freak and I'm mostly fine with that, but... can I see it?"

"WHY?!" she blustered. "What good will it do?"

"I don't know! But it came out of nowhere, right? Maybe it's... geesh, how should I know? Maybe it's got an off switch!"

Libby glared at the dumb blonde. "It's a dick. They don't have off switches."

"Not usually," she said with a helpless shrug. "You're the one with the random sex change, so I guess you're the expert, huh?"

"Well..." She had her there; neither of them had any clearer picture of what was really happening to her than the other. "Fine, but don't look too hard at it."

"How do I do that, exactly?"

"Shut up!" Libby sobbed as she lifted the hem of her skirt again. "Just... just get it over with!"

She watched Sabrina's expression carefully as she slowly pulled down Libby's underwear, exposing the monstrosity to the open air. Libby couldn't see it from where she was because of the skirt, which was probably for the best; it was bad enough as a memory. With great care, Sabrina passed her fingertips along its length, only barely touching it, but it was still a lot for Libby to handle; she wanted to moan, to convulse, but she stood her ground. She would NOT admit that Sabrina touching it felt good; that was preposterous. Even if it was purely the sensation of skin on her taut skin, that was so beneath her.

"It's so hot," Sabrina commented nervously; she was also sweating by now, yellow strands of hair sticking to her temples. "I... guess I've never touched one before, but still, I didn't expect it to be hot like this."

"I don't care about its thermostat setting!" Libby snapped, beside herself. "Just... fix it!"

Sabrina looked up, face full of anguish and frustration. "How am I supposed to fix it?! Cause I don't know about you, but I only know of one sure-fire remedy for a case of the morning wood, so maybe you should rephrase your request before I get the wrong idea!"

Libby went deathly pale, and so did Sabrina. There was something that men and women did together under these circumstances. And if Libby was technically male...

"Whoa, whoa," Libby backtracked, heart in her throat all over again. "SO not what I meant!"

"I figured, but... well, I just didn't want to have any lingering doubts." Another nervous swallow, and then she pushed into the sack at the bottom. "Oh, gross gross gross!"

"Hah," Libby gusted as the ripple of oddness surged up through her body. "Could y-you cut that out?"

"It JUMPED!" Sabrina gasped, eyes going yet rounder. "It like, twitched at me, like it has a mind of its own!"

Libby pulled her skirt back so she could get a better view, but it looked just as solid as before. "What?! Cut that out, don't scare me like that!"

"I'm totally telling the truth, Libby," she said seriously, licking her lips. Cautiously, she pushed her hand into the compliant scrotum again - and as Libby moaned - the dick throbbed, weaving to and fro perhaps a fraction of an inch. "See? Told you! What's up with that?"

"Don't do that anymore," Libby panted, trying to tear her eyes away from the sight below. "I... I don't like it."

Sabrina frowned, did it again, and got the same reaction - except this time Libby threw her arm out to brace herself against the wall so she wouldn't topple over. It was at that point she withdrew her hand and whispered, "Well, it seems to be pretty much a normal set of man-junk as far as I can tell."

"Well, it isn't - because I am NOT a MAN!" Libby reached down and gripped the thing as hard as she could around its middle and yanked outward - and moaned, shivering. "Oh, GOD does that feel too good to be real - b-but NO, I don't want it to feel good! I want it to come OFF!"

As Libby continued to try pulling it off, a thoughtful look came over her. Her fingers went to its base and began feeling around, pushing inward. "No seams... if you were pulling that hard you'd think I'd at least find a seam. But it's really part of you." One of her hands went to her mouth as she kept feeling around the edges for the nonexistant seam. "I'm so sorry, Libby, I'm sorry, I d-don't- I didn't know..."

"Didn't know WHAT?" When she didn't answer, Libby hissed, "Listen - this is not me! Yesterday I had a cunt, I swear - a real live cunt, with a hole and everything! This has got to be some kind of cosmic mistake!"

"Could you stop jerking off in front of me?!" Sabrina panted, hands up to shield her face out of instinct. "It's weird!"

Libby tried, but all she could do is slow down. That was almost worse than the furious movements from before. "Wh-wha... it's like I can't... it's like I have to. Sabrina, help me, please!"

"There's nothing else I can do!"

"I..." Tears were streaming down her face as she said in a voice almost too quiet to hear, "I don't want this to be happening! I don't want to have a dick, I don't want it to be excited, and I don't want to be excited by Sabrina Spellman!"

Poor choice of words. In fact, Libby did honestly mean "I don't want to be excited while standing next to Sabrina Spellman," but that's not how it sounded to the blonde.

"You... wait, no," Sabrina half-laughed, trying to back away further before remembering she was already sitting on a toilet. "No, Libby, you can't mean it. Stop fooling around!"

"Does this look like I'm lying?!" she growled while stroking faster than ever. Then, with a great surge of willpower, she took her hand away and stood there with it pointing into the air, squeezing her eyes shut. "This is a dream, it's a dream, I'm having an ugly dream of freakly proportions that will be over anytime now..."

"You really- okay." Sabrina took a deep breath. "I understand. This guy part pops up outta nowhere - literally - and you don't know what to feel. But come on, really? Me?"

"Please stop looking," Libby was sobbing, eyes still shut tight as she braced against the walls. "Please just leave me alone here to die. Because this is gonna kill me, I just know it. I... I don't want you to see me this way, it's not fair! You're supposed to be the freak, not me!" A hiccup. "But I am. I am a freak, I'm... I have a dick, and it's horny, and I can't do anything about it."

"It's okay, Libby," Sabrina soothed quietly, voice quavering. "You... you're not a freak, it's okay. It's not your fault."

"What would YOU know?!" she screamed, losing her grip on reality more with every passing second. "Has this ever happened to you, huh? No! So... so if you can't make me feel any better, then you might as well leave, you idiot!"

A long moment elapsed with Libby standing there, crying, stealing glances out of one slitted eye to see if either it or Sabrina had disappeared yet. No such luck. Then the girl said in a weak voice, "It's okay, Libby. I'll... I think I can help you. Don't worry, everything's going to be fine."

Which was the point at which Libby felt the softest, most blessed wetness sliding over the end of her dick.

"WHOA!" she gasped out, head flinging back on her neck. "Whoa, whoa, WHOA, that's amazing! I- what the hell IS that?!"

Several seconds passed in silence as Libby enjoyed this new sensation, hating how much she didn't hate it. It was making her even hornier, making it even more difficult to get the thing to go away, but she didn't have it in herself to care. It was beyond belief how good this made her feel - and not just there, but all over, in every corner of herself.

But as she gradually got used to the feel of it, her curiosity reasserted itself. Whatever it was, she probably didn't want to know and would be better off without investigating, but she couldn't help it; she HAD to know. With great effort, she managed to get her head upright again-

And found Sabrina's lips wrapped around the thick cock, a look of pure disgust on her face. The little freak absolutely hated what she was doing... but then again, she hadn't stopped, either. Libby tried to cry out, to shove the girl away or to insult her, or demand an explanation, but her throat was too dry, and the speech evaded her. All she could do was pant and grunt and moan, and clutch the walls to help support her weakened knees.

The piece of trash could really take it, Libby thought as she watched her head bob, watched the disgust fade from her expression. It wasn't as if she smiled or anything, but it was clear that the initial reservations were in the past; she had gotten used to the deal. That was when Libby found her voice again and whispered, "You're blowing me." Sabrina nodded - which felt INSANE. "B-but... HAH! Ooh... y-you can't do this, it can't be happening..."

Finally, she pulled away, leaving a long string of mingled spit and precum between her bottom lip and the tip of Libby's member. "I can," Sabrina told her in a voice that betrayed true fear - fear of the unknown, of loss of control. "I... you kept waving it in my face, and I can't help but feel like I made things worse, and... well, the least I can do is make it go away."

"Wait. That's crazy; you're sucking on the dick of your worst enemy. A dick that shouldn't even exist."

"Yeah."

"And you're... okay with that?"

Tears welled in Sabrina's eyes, but she tried to distract herself from her own sadness by reaching out to pump Libby's length with her hand. "I... I hate it as much as you do."

"No," Libby was moaning. "No, I've never- NNGH, I don't want my first time to be with a freak like you, not while I'm- and I don't want yours to be with me, not with a girl with a dick!"

"It's not a first time," Sabrina rationalized frantically as she jerked faster. "We're not having sex, we're just... I dunno, but it's not sex!"

Libby nodded, thinking; it was just a handjob-blowjob deal. No sex. Maybe it didn't count after all. "B-but- but you're still... and it's still YOU. It would be bad enough if it was any other girl in school, but why YOU?"

Unfathomably, Sabrina gave a small smile. "Oh yeah? Think about it. Who out of the entire student body is LEAST likely to blab that she helped Libby Chessler get her rocks off?"

It did make sense - that part did, anyway. Everything else was still so very Through The Looking Glass. "Good point, but I hate you. You know I hate you. Aren't you... offended to touch me, to see me this way? To have to put yourself through this for my sake? I'd never do this for you - in fact, if our positions were switched, I'd be outing you to the whole school right now!"

"I know," she whispered. "Just because you'd do that to me doesn't mean I'm justified in stooping that low, too. In fact, kind of the opposite"

Libby gaped at her for a long moment. Nobody was THAT good of a person. "You... wait, are you really attracted to me?"

"What? No!"

"You are." A thrill of dread shot down her spine. "You're hot for me."

"Libby, come on," Sabrina sighed, dropping her hand away from the cock so she could fold her arms across her chest. "Do you want help with this or not?"

"Tell me the truth. Are you turned on right now? Don't lie, there's no point in denying it!"

Sabrina shifted uncomfortably. "But if I tell you the truth, you'll think you're right. And you're so not, I swear!"

"You ARE! You're turned on!" It was as plain as the nose on her scarlet face. "I knew it!"

"I've been sucking on your cock, Libby. It was impossible not to feel SOMETHING." Then she looked up pleadingly. "But you have to believe me that I'm not hot for you, not at all. I could say the same thing about you for being hard in front of me - and you're the one who told me I excited you." She smirked. "So it's okay for you to feel a little GAY, but not me? Is that how it works?"

Again, Libby felt faint, and she clenched her fists to keep her head focused. "I'm not gay. I d-don't like women, I never have!"

"Your big strong manhood says otherwise."

"Stop trying to turn this around!" As Sabrina giggled, Libby bared her teeth. "You say you want to help me with this? Then go ahead - get it over with! Then I can be rid of you and go home, and- and try to figure out how to get on with my messed-up life!"

"But we're not lesbians," she teased. "Why would I help you now? And why would you even accept help from a freak in the first place? You wouldn't... unless you secretly wanted my help more than anybody else. Unless I do it for you. Do I?"

This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be truly attracted to Sabrina Spellman; it was ridiculous. And she wasn't. But no amount of denial could make her believe that her lips hadn't felt perfect around the width of her new dick. They really, really had. Did she practice on Harvey? Was that how she became so gifted in the art of giving head?

"You know what?" Libby said as the urgency to have the matter settled grew to the breaking point. "Yes. Do it for me. Do it right now!" And she grabbed Sabrina's head and shoved it down on her cock. "YES!"

The whimper in the back of Sabrina's throat gave her pause, but she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to finish; she had to ride that mouth, so ride it she did. Sabrina took it like a trooper, lips widening and jaw going slack, tongue caressing the underside as it moved in and out. It was heaven!

"Yeah, baby," Libby said, hardly listening to her own words. "Yeah, take it, you slut! You want this! You need it!" Sabrina whimpered again as she reached up and fondled Libby's sack, and Libby felt her toes curling inside her heels from the sensation. "OOH! Play with me, freak! Show me how much you love this!"

"Mphg!" Sabrina was able to say - and then suddenly her throat widened further, Libby went deeper inside. It was becoming TOO enjoyable; not just something that gratified her hardness but that spoke to within her. Something was changing.

"Oh," Libby panted, fingers clutching Sabrina's hair as she began thrusting faster and faster. "Oh, Sabrina... oh, it's so good! How are you doing this? I... I think I'm gonna- but no way, I've never done that before, not even with my other-" She stopped short, unsure of how to phrase it. "I've never done that! Why now?!" A few more thrusts, a few more gentle fingers kneading her vulnerable testes, and she moved beyond uncertainty. "OH GOD, it's gonna happen, I'm coming! Oh shit, what-"

"MHHGH!" Sabrina screamed around her thickness, unable to stop because Libby was holding her there but pleading with her eyes to be let go. "Mmm, MMMmm!"

"No way," Libby snarled, letting her other hand wander up to her chest, to play with it through her blouse. "You're gonna finish this. You said you w-wanted to help, and you can help me by swallowing every single drop of Libby!" The tear tracks running down Sabrina's cheeks made her feel guilty, but not even that could stop her at this point. "Just take it! Just take alllll of me! YES, YES, YES!! OOOOHHHHH!"

It was contracting all on its own. HOW?! Every contraction shot another load of hot, sticky fluid into Sabrina's unprepared throat, and the blonde pressed her hands against Libby's thighs, unconsciously trying to make it stop but not having the first clue of how to go about it. Her throat worked to get it all down as Libby thrust again and again until finally she was spent.

"Hah," Libby panted, passing a hand over her forehead. "Whoa, that was... damn."

"Mh-hng."

"N-now Sabrina," Libby whispered fearfully, "don't be mad. I... okay. I'm gonna pull out of your mouth. When I do, please... please don't cry. I know you're going to want to, because I do too, but I'm pretty sure neither of us could handle it. So tough it out, okay?" A weak nod. "Okay. One, two, three."

The cock looked even weirder now that it was limp; still enlarged but not hard like before, red and raw and coated with slime. Even worse than that was the flushed, strained look of Sabrina's face, the bloodshot eyes, the way she hacked and coughed, then spun around and puked into the toilet.

Libby crept backward and used the toilet paper in the next stall to clean the worst of it off, then moved to the sink to finish. Just as she was drying the thing with paper towels, Sabrina emerged, looking very much worse for wear.

"Um..."

"Shut up," Sabrina grunted, triggering a fresh cough. She splashed water onto her face, wiped it off, then whispered, "I look like shit."

"No you don't. You just look a little tired, I swear."

"I can't show my face in class like this, Libby. Everybody's gonna know, they'll know I- I gagged on a monster cock." She gave a short, crazed laugh. "How did that even happen? What is WRONG with this world?"

Libby grimaced, glancing toward the door again; shut tight. "Sabrina, cut that out. Nobody can ever know this happened."

"What, that you forced me to go down on you? That you came in my THROAT?!"

"I'm sorry, okay?!" Libby shouted. "I didn't mean to, I just- you started doing it, and it was so good that I had to finish, and then- I don't know, okay?! Am I supposed to be totally used to having a cock after ONE HOUR? Cut me some slack!"

"But you didn't have to use it on ME! God, I- I swallowed all of it, and it was hot and nasty, and how could this happen to me?"

After a tense moment that lasted an eternity, Libby bit the bullet, took a bracing gulp of air, and put a kind hand on Sabrina's arm. "Listen... I don't know how else to say I'm sorry. I really do hate you for the many ways you ruin my day-to-day life, but I had no right to... to let you do that. To do it to you. But please, you gotta understand that I'm drowning here, and I have no freaking idea which way is up, I... I've never had a cock, I don't know how to use it, I don't know how to make it obey me! I'm freaking out here, oh GOD, what am I doing?!"

And then their arms were around each other as they wept, Sabrina's hands moving up and down her back in a comforting way, Libby's clutching and stabbing and desperate. This didn't make any more sense than what had been going on before, but they might as well as not.

"Let me ask you something," Sabrina said in a teary voice. "I know it's weird, and I'm positive that I'd be better off not knowing, but it's gonna bug me forever if I don't ask."

"Go for it."

"How... was I?"

Libby pushed back, swiping at her eyes while staring down at their shoes. "How were you what?"

"When you... y'know." She was obviously trying to keep her voice level but it wasn't working. "How did I do? I've never even tried that on a banana or any of that stuff before, so believe me when I say that was my initial test flight."

Libby felt her face growing warm all over again as she thought about it. "Uhh... well, I don't have any experience having my previously-absent wang being slobbered on either, but I can't think of any complaints. So ten out of ten."

"Really?" she said, beaming? Then she coughed into her fist and turned away. "God, I should not be pleased with that news. It wasn't on the top of my list of priorities of things to learn before graduation."

"Mine, either. I m-mean," she went on nervously, "sucking on one. Not growing one to be sucked on!"

They both laughed nervously, then stopped at the same moment when they realized who they were laughing with - and remembered what had just happened between the bitter rivals. Then they turned away, turned back to sneak another peek, and turned away again.

"I... don't know how things are going to be from now on," Sabrina ventured.

"Why should anything change? You're still a grade-A freak."

"But now YOU'RE a freak, too. You're one of us."

Libby opened her mouth to protest, to shout at the idiot that she was still head cheerleader, but instead she croaked, "I know. I... it's so unfair. How did I become a freak? Do you..." Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her skirt as she whispered, "Do you think I'm being punished?"

"Punished? For what? And by whom?"

"The second part, who knows, but... for being too perfect. Or for rubbing it in everybody's faces. I dunno. I thought I was doing a good job as Miss Popularity, y'know, filling that role. Every school needs one. But maybe I took it too far, kicked too many puppies. And now somebody up there has it in for me."

"Don't think like that," Sabrina whispered, putting a hand to Libby's cheek. "Who could know, anyway? But it's not gonna do any good to think that way even if it was true, which I doubt."

"You don't see this as karma? As divine retribution?" She flashed Sabrina again, and the latter girl clapped the hand that had been on Libby's face to her eyes. "Explain! Explain why else anybody would do this to me - why it would happen at all!"

"Maybe it didn't happen that way!" she whispered. "Maybe... it's just a horrible joke gone even more horribly wrong! My point is, don't stress, it won't help anything! Just... just try to move on, forget about it!"

"Yeah, right! You walk around with a pound of squishy man-meat between your legs for a few minutes and see if you'll ever forget it as long as you live!"

"Okay, OKAY! Sorry!"

Libby sighed, leaning back against the counter and burying her face in her hands. "It's so gross. I want to keep looking at it, keep checking to see if it's still there, but I'm afraid that'll make it get bigger again. And I can't ask you to blow me twice in the same afternoon."

"Sure can't," Sabrina confirmed. When Libby glared at her, she said, "What? Like you'd do it. No freaking way."

"Agreed." She shifted uncomfortably, then said, "Maybe we should get to class. I know it's half over, but-"

"By now it'd be even weirder for us to show up than not at all," Sabrina said reasonably. "Besides, we don't wanna walk in at the same time."

Libby shuddered. "No, we wouldn't want that."

"But maybe I should go anyway, because... well, because this is so bizarre you can cut the tension with a knife."

Libby watched Sabrina's face for a long moment. Watched her eyes move, watched her fidget with her nails. "You're not... afraid of me, are you?"

"Hah! You wish!"

"No, I don't mean afraid of my ability to cripple your social standing with our peers. I mean..." Libby frowned. "When I grabbed your head, I- please, I could never make you- I wouldn't do-"

"Hey, not that!" Sabrina hissed, putting both hands on Libby's shoulders. "You're mean and stubborn and cold to everybody who's not somehow involved with sports, but you're not completely evil! I can tell that much, okay?"

"So..." Libby squirmed. "Maybe it's a bad idea to push this since you're being so understanding about my new condition, but are you SURE you don't have a thing for me? It's the only logical explanation, for how nice you are to me."

Sabrina gulped, hands falling away. "Uh... no, no I don't. But will you promise not to laugh if I tell you something else?"

"I promise. I'm not in much of a laughing mood."

"Okay." She chewed on a thumbnail for a moment as she stared directly across at the stalls. "I am a little turned on."

"WHAT?!"

"Shut up!" she hissed, still not looking at Libby. "I can't help it, your cock was so huge and hot, and... and the way you were moaning... well, I don't have a thing for you at all, but I can't stop thinking about the moaning, and the feeling of it..."

"You are such a gross little freak!" Then she did laugh. "God, listen to the pot calling the kettle black."

"You're not mad?"

Libby shrugged, unable to meet Sabrina's questioning eyes. "Nah. You're as big a freak as me. Which... it's somehow nice, us being equals. Takes the fight out of it." Libby swallowed. "Okay, so I know you said I'm not really what you're after, but... you do admit that what we did turned you on?"

"Yeah," Sabrina gusted, somewhat relieved to have it off her chest even though she was still uncomfortable. "It pushed all my buttons. Which grosses me out to the max. I think you and me should start a club for people who've been repulsed and aroused at the same time."

Libby nodded. Then she said in a meek voice, "Do... do you want me to- wait, nevermind! Jesus, what did I almost ask?"

"Go ahead; you got me curious now, and a curious Sabrina is a dangerous Sabrina."

"Truer words were never spoken." Feeling oddly bold, Libby placed a hand on Sabrina's thigh. "I could return the favor if you want."

"AACK!"

"Sorry!" Libby said, striding to the nearest wall and turning to lean backward against it, arms folded over her hammering heart. "Sorry, sorry, I knew you wouldn't, but I... well, I'd hate to be in your debt, y'know?"

"GROSS, GROSS, GROSS! I don't want Libby Chessler touching my hoo-ha!"

"The feeling is mutual, you freak! God, try to do some people a favor!"

They both stood there huffily, breathing hard, until Libby began to breathe more easily... but Sabrina was still panting, still flushed and upset. Once tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes, she whispered, "I need to take care of it, though."

"Huh?"

"It's not going away," she wailed, pulling at her hair. "I've been turned on the whole time since I started sucking you off, and I can't make it go away. But I sure as hell don't need you touching it for me, s-so... so I guess I'm about to jill off for the first time."

Libby swallowed thickly. "If that's what you need to do, then do it. I... maybe I should go."

A blank stare was her reward for this noble gesture. "Maybe?! I think so! God, what made you think I would do it right in front of you?"

"I dunno!" Libby said, arms folding even tighter. "The fact that neither one of us is in any shape to leave this bathroom, for starters? But I'll try and make it to one of the other ladies' rooms if you need me to, Miss Too-Good-To-Pet-The-Kitty-In-Front-Of-The-Girl-Whose-Banana-She-Blew!"

"Thanks, I appreciate it!"

"Good!" But the second her hand made it to the door handle, Sabrina spoke again.

"Wait!"

"Why?"

"Don't go," she pleaded, fidgeting with her fingers again. "I... I'm too scared to do it alone. Irony, huh? It's supposed to be a solo act, but I need you to spot me."

"I will not! Grossville!"

Sabrina's lip quivered. "Hey, just go in the stall and talk me through it, okay? That's all!" Then her lips pursed. "Didn't you offer to do it for me, anyway? Isn't this a better alternative?"

She had her there. Libby glanced at the way her legs were squirming toward each other, and the shame in her face, and she caved. Instead of yanking the door open, she turned the knob to lock it. "Just... just don't make too much noise."

"Not a promise I can make."

"Fine!" And so Libby stomped into the stall and waited.

And waited.

"What are you waiting for out there, freak? An engraved invitation?"

"I'm working on it," she said in a shaky, panicked voice. She was really, truly scared, and Libby felt a pang of sympathy. "Oh God, what am I doing?"

"It's okay," she couldn't help declaring. "One step at a time. Just get ready for it."

"I am, I... maybe if-" A few seconds later, there was a thump-thump of something hitting the floor. "Okay. Okay, I feel pretty dumb right now, but... but I guess I'm gonna do this."

"It's all you, baby."

Deathly silence. A rustling. Then- "NNYAH!"

"Sabrina?"

"It's so gross! Ugh, I can't believe I'm really doing this, what's wrong with me?!"

"You're okay," Libby urged, trying not to think too hard about what must have been transpiring on the other side of that stall door. "Deep breaths, don't kill yourself. Just let it take you."

"I'm so sloppy and disgusting! God, I can't imagine why guys would wanna touch this, it's like fucking a SNAIL!"

Libby felt her gag reflex amping up, but she also felt the familiar stirring downstairs. NO. NOT AGAIN. Wasn't it supposed to go into hibernation for a while after it had been used? She focused on a silly doodle on the stall wall as she tried to ignore those feelings, those desires. "Don't worry about that, just get the job done!"

"MMMhh!" For a minute or so, there was nothing but squelching noises and heavy breathing from out there. Then Sabrina squeaked and said, "I can't do this! No, it's too much and too weird, and I can't go through with it!"

"Just hurry up and let it happen!" Libby begged, unable to stomach much more of it. "You're wasting our time by resisting, and mine is much more valuable than yours!"

"UNNH! Ooh, this is so crazy! I'm so wet, and so hot, Libby! It's amazing!"

Hearing her name that way put her over the top. So effortlessly, she was horny again. "SHIT."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Libby called pleasantly as she felt her underwear being stretched out all over again. "Just keep at it!"

"YEEEEEAIAIAAH!" Then there was another thump and some quiet breathing.

"Sabrina?" Libby's hand paused halfway to her growing cock as her entire chest froze. "Sabrina, are you okay?" Without waiting another moment, she jumped to her feet and pushed open the stall door, dread welling from every corner of her brain-

And felt an electric current run through her whole body when she saw a half-naked Sabrina seated on the counter between two sinks, bare heels dug into the edges of the basins for support. Her head was leaning back against the mirror and she was gasping for breath, but she was fine. Until she spotted Libby there; that's when her eyes flew open and she managed to pant, "Wha... what are y... hey..."

"Thank God," Libby said flatly as she covered her eyes. Too much Sabrina. Way too much Sabrina. "I heard- I didn't know what happened, and I was worried."

"You saw, didn't you?" she rasped, swallowing to make her throat less dry. "Oh no, I- that wasn't supposed t-to- NO, your cock is hard again!"

"I know it is, freak! But are you okay? Tell me once and for all!"

"I'm fine!"

"Good!" Then she dropped her hand, caught sight of the gloriously open cunt laid out before her and turned away. "S-so, I take it that was what you needed?" When she didn't answer, Libby made herself look at Sabrina again. She looked into her clouded eyes, at her open mouth. At her heaving chest, erect nipples poking through her silver blouse.

"Libby, I can't suck that again," Sabrina breathed, clutching at her chest. "I... my mouth is too dry and closed up, I'd never be able to take it."

"Don't worry about that."

"But the whole point to begin with was to make that go away! And now it's back, because I couldn't- this is all my fault!"

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is!" A limp hand tugged at her pubic hair for a moment before she whispered, "You want me to jerk you off? I could still do that."

"It's okay, really," Libby told her firmly, even though every moment she spent breathing in the heady scents of two sex organs in full bloom brought her needs closer to the surface. "You clean up and get out of here, I'll be fine."

But as they stood there, at a stalemate, Libby couldn't help but begin stroking herself over the top of her clothes. It was definitely ready to go another round. Sabrina's hand gently stroked her hair as she watched Libby, which Libby in turn watched. The anticipation mounted until Sabrina said, "Can you clean me up?"

"I could. Is... that what we want to do, here?"

"It is. I... I'm taking you up on your offer." Sabrina shed a couple of tears as she turned away, muttering, "I want you to go down on me."

Libby's face pushed into Sabrina's cunt a few moments later, and she shocked herself by liking it. But this was lesbianism! Or did it mean she was really, truly turning into a boy? Either way, the sour sweetness was invigorating, and as she listened to Sabrina shriek and generally make too much noise she threw herself into the action, letting her tongue dip further and further inside the soft, moist folds of her enemy, letting her fingers explore the outer edges. Oh, how soft Sabrina was!

"YEAH!" Sabrina was crowing. "Libby, oh Libby, oh I can't believe how good this is! Your tongue is unbelievable - it's like you have three of them!"

"Mnah," Libby intoned as she ran her cheek over it, as her lips encircled first one of Sabrina's labia and then the other. There was nothing like it; all the great delicacies her rich family had sampled over her lifetime were nothing compared with Miss Spellman. How could this be? How could she genuinely enjoy an act she had forced herself to do out of obligation?

And how could it make her so hot?

"HAIIGH!" Sabrina moaned as Libby's fingers interlocked with her toes against the counter. "More, more! It's taking more the second time, I don't know what it is!"

"NNNhh," Libby moaned as her other hand continued to stroke her cock. She'd started doing it a few minutes ago when it refused to be ignored, just to appease the hungry beast, and now she couldn't stop. If things kept going that way, she was going to spray cum all over the underside of the girls' bathroom sink! What would happen to her then?

Sabrina's cunt was so soft and inviting...

"I can't," she panted as she withdrew, face completely coated. "I need... I can't keep doing this when I..."

"What is it, Libby?" Sabrina asked as she played with herself in Libby's absence. "What is it you need?" Libby swept her skirt and panties off in one quick movement, and Sabrina's eyes bulged. "WHOA! It's huge, it- wait, Libby, what are you gonna-"

"I need YOU, Sabrina! I... hate you, but my cock doesn't care! It wants you so bad that I can't stop it!"

Sabrina's eyes watered as she pushed Libby back down when she attempted to mount the counter. "STOP. No, this is too far, I ca- I can't give- you're not getting my virginity, I don't care how many weird transformations you've been through today!"

Libby gritted her teeth, then pulled her shirt up and threw that on top of the rapidly-growing pile of clothes on the floor. "Sabrina," she said as she unhooked her bra, "this is me naked. This is me hating everything about myself, and hating what I'm turning into, and hating that I have to come to you with any of this, and asking PLEASE! Please let me fuck you!"

"NO!" Sabrina clapped her legs together. "You can't have me! Not ALL of me!"

Libby placed her hands on Sabrina's knees and started forcing them apart, then stood there clutching them as she sobbed, "No... no, I can't do that... I can't do any of this. What's happening to me?"

Sabrina's legs fell open, and once Libby dropped forward she closed them again, giving her a makeshift leg-hug. "Serious shit. But I don't hate you over it. And you shouldn't hate you, either; when you aren't growing male anatomy out of nowhere, you have a lot going for you."

Libby crawled onto the counter, prying Sabrina's legs open as she went, cock hovering over her; the girl on the bottom recoiled, trembling in fear, but Libby whispered, "Okay." There was another thump-thump as her heels hit the tiles. "Now I'm wearing nothing but a mortified frown and my tears. It's only me, I... I know you think I'm trying to con you into it, but I'm really truly asking. Doesn't that count for anything, me putting my shame on the line?"

"Libby, it's not about that," she whispered urgently as she panted at top speed from sheer terror. "It's about... please don't do this, I'm not ready for this! I'm so scared, I'm so fucking scared and I don't want to do it!"

"Me too!" Libby sobbed, hands on Sabrina's face. "But I... but I need you, and I need you right now! And I can't make it shut up!"

Libby guided herself to the entrance of Sabrina's flower, but when Sabrina let out such a wet, mournful wail that she coughed at the end, she stopped. No, she was stronger than this. Way stronger. Then she started stroking herself furiously, pointing it up and over Sabrina's thigh.

"Wh... what the hell... Libby?"

"I have to cum!" she panted madly, spine bucking as she fucked her own hand, sweat pouring down her nude form. "I... I'm so hot, it's going to burn me! I have to finish this right now, right goddamn now!"

"Libby!" Sabrina panted as she began petting herself again, her hand bumping into Libby's sack. "Libby, I... oh god, you are so hot! I could watch you do that all day!"

Libby's eyes turned down to the girl fingering herself, to the freak she hated... the one with the flushed, excited face. And she tried to get her lips to say something, to confess that Sabrina wasn't all that bad after all, to state that maybe they could be friends, but it was too difficult. Their lives and popularity status was too great a divide for her to jump over so easily. So instead, she let the lips fall down onto Sabrina's, let a kiss say what had to remain unsaid.

"MM!" Sabrina cried out in alarm. Then: "Mmmhhm..."

They kept stroking and kissing for an eternal few minutes, climaxes building, hearts beating in time with each other. When they finally broke free because Libby's teeth had found Sabrina's bottom lip, she whispered, "What are you doing to me?"

"I..." Sabrina kissed her again, then pulled back and whispered, "I wish I knew." One more feverish embrace like that later and Sabrina paused to peel off her sweat-soaked blouse. "Libby... put it in me."

"WHAT?!"

"Right freaking now before I change my mind!" she urged, lip quivering as her words caught up with her brain. "Fuck me with your weird phantom cock! Go, go, hurry, I'm too scared that if I actually think about AAAAAIIAYAH!"

"HNNHOOAH!" Libby cried as she pushed every inch of her illegal appendage into Sabrina's waiting maw, as she felt their hips meet; felt more of her body against Sabrina's than she'd ever wanted to, and loved it. "SABRINA!"

"LIBBY!" she screamed back. "Oh GOD, you're so huge! You're so huge and perfect!"

"It fits right in there," she marveled as she stared down at where the two things met. The sight of her own cock that shouldn't exist was almost as alarming as looking at another girl's cunt as an object of desire. Which was truly worse? Slowly, she placed her hands on Sabrina's thighs, feeling along their creamy texture, and then slowly brushed them up her hips and stomach. "You freak, I- what is this you're making me do to you? I didn't want..."

"I do," Sabrina gasped out as she cried for her lost innocence. "I want it. Give it to me, hard and fast! Don't think, just do it!"

"YUH!" Libby grunted inarticulately as she began thrusting, and Sabrina's head fell back, her hands out and to her sides as she supported her back. Libby watched her elongated neck, saw the sweat there and decided she wanted a taste of that. "Mmm... oh, Sabrina, I love your every flavor..."

"My tits, suck on my tits!" When Libby did, she convulsed, then squealed, "OH GOD, I didn't think you would, I- wow, that's too much!"

"Suck on my tits, now. I don't think you've sucked on enough today." Sabrina did, and she saw what she meant; it was like being set on fire by love! All on their own, her hips moved faster and faster, and Sabrina began to grasp more desperately at Libby's back as she struggled to remain sucking, but eventually it became impossible and she fell backward.

"FUCK ME, LIBBY! God, I hate you!"

"And I hate you, you stupid freak! I... I hate loving your body!"

"I hate loving your cock! I hate needing it, needing you to fuck my brains out with your huge sweaty piece of meat! Now DO IT!"

The climax was building in the base; the sensation was familiar now. Would she really get used to it, would it become commonplace? Then she was seconds from the end and a new worry took over. "My cum! I- if I am a guy, if this is a cock, it's- WAIT!"

"NO!" Sabrina screamed, grabbing Libby's wrists. "You have to cum inside me!"

"B-but I don't wanna knock you up!" she moaned, still thrusting in spite of her words. "I... I wanna... that would b-be-"

"I'm on the pill, don't worry! Just make love to me!"

They both froze in mid-motion as the true meaning of that phrase sunk in. Make LOVE. They were doing something lovers did, even though they hated each other. What would happen to them afterward, to their dynamic? Were they about to bring their whole worlds down around their heads?

Maybe. Big deal.

"Sabrina!" she grunted, back arching, teeth grinding. "UNH, it's gonna blow, it's- God, your sweet, hot pussy, I can't stand it, I need this!"

"YAH! Libby, Libby, fuck me Libby, FUCK MY HOT PUSSY! MAKE ME CUM FOR YOU!"

The rest was indecipherable screams of ecstasy as huge streams of boiling cum were sprayed inside Sabrina's body. Four breasts were covered by four hands that squeezed as a cunt squeezed, as a cock flexed and spurted. Sweat pooled on the counter. Then, totally devoid of energy, they collapsed against each other, gasping for oxygen.

Libby had really done it. She'd done the unspeakable with Sabrina Spellman. They'd given each other their virginity. And to add insult to injury, she had been a man when it happened.

"Turn."

"Huh?" Sabrina panted.

"Turn. To the... this way." And she turned them until Sabrina's head was resting on Libby's purse. Then they laid down and rested, trying to ignore the painful taps and the dips of the basins.

"We can't stay like this."

"I know," Libby whispered into her ear. "I... I know we can't."

"We're already gonna have to dream up a bunch of stupid excuses."

"Yeah."

"So why-"

"Can you shut up for five seconds and let me imagine what it would be like to not have to pretend this never happened?"

Sabrina pulled back an inch or two to look at her classmate. "I... come on, what are you trying to say? That you wish we could really be together? If I believed that for a second I'd be a bigger sap than the entire Canadian maple syrup industry."

"Yeah," Libby said with a sad grin. "We'd rip each other apart."

"It'd be a terrifying kind of beauty, wouldn't it?"

Libby nodded, then chewed the inside of her lip for a moment. She passed a hand over Sabrina's smooth rear end, heard her sigh, and came within a hair's breadth of breaking down completely - but then the moment passed. Instead, she kissed Sabrina's cheek and whispered, "Hey."

"What?"

"If you weren't a freak... I'd love you."

Sabrina's eyes snapped up, wide. Even the slight qualification couldn't stop it from being a declaration. "Libby..."

"But you are a freak, so don't get excited," she muttered. Then, in a louder voice, she went on, "Therefore, we will continue to be enemies, and I will continue to put you in your place every moment of every schoolday. Until you learn it."

"My place is here," Sabrina goaded, snuggling so close that Libby felt her cock shifting; suddenly it slipped out, and they both shivered. "By your side, my prom queen."

"Ew?" she breathed, even as she settled her arms around the blonde yet again. "As if I really want this. I'm just doing it to make you feel better."

"Funny, but that's what I was going to say. If neither of us needs this, then let's stop."

"Yes, let's. No sense breathing your freak germs longer than necessary."

They both nodded to themselves... and didn't move a muscle. Not for another ten minutes until the bell rang.

"CRAP!" Libby hissed, sitting bolt upright. "We have to get to class - we have to get CLEANED UP and get to class!"

"Shoot, you're right," Sabrina mumbled as she began wetting paper towels to cleanse some of the leftover sweat. The two threw clothes on left and right, then desperately got their hair to look like something other than a couple of birds' nests. As Libby was reapplying her makeup at lightspeed, she whispered, "But I tell you what."

"Hmm?"

"If... if I ever get that far with Harvey... you know I'll be comparing him to you every step of the way."

Libby's hand slipped, and she hurriedly blotted up the smear of lip gloss. "Ha, ha, very funny."

"Who said I was kidding?" Indeed, the tone left no room for doubt, and Libby stopped to gape, prompting Sabrina to shoo at her with both ands and say, "Keep going, we don't have time for pit stops!"

"Right!" she squeaked, going back to her eyeshadow. "But still... you really enjoyed that, huh? Guess that makes one of us."

Sabrina cackled as she put her makeup back into her bag. "Sure! You didn't get any pleasure at all out of my 'sweet, hot pussy', I guess. My mistake."

"UHT!" she gasped, cheeks blushing more than her blush would allow. With a couple of deep breaths, she brought herself under control and whispered, "You can't do that to me out in the halls, you got that? I'll totally lose it. I might even get hard, and... and they'll know."

"Your secret is safe with me," Sabrina told her with a little crease appearing in her brow. "I mean... it's kind of my secret by association now that I- now that... well, y'know."

Libby nodded, satisfied. It hadn't been really necessary to confirm; the reiteration of her passion-fevered words had just thrown her for a loop, that's all. "Yeah. One last thing before I go, I... well, it has to be done. Procedure must be followed."

"What? Wait, y- MMHH!"

Libby drew back, lips still reaching for the ones they'd been touching a moment before, still tasting another mouth. "W-well, I- um... what I mean to say is, thanks for an unforgettable first time."

"Apt phrasing."

They both smiled, and then Libby slipped out into the hallways to mingle with crowds of other kids. She hoped Sabrina would keep her secret, and she hoped no one else would find it out any other way... but she couldn't help thinking that at least one positive turn had come from this one-eyed willy weirdness, if not two. Her tedious virginity was now gone, and maybe, JUST MAYBE, she didn't have to resent the presence of that Spellman brat as much as she used to.

MAYBE.

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NEXT TIME: "Two Pom-Poms and a Flagpole"
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