The Prom Queen's Scepter

The Prom Queen's Scepter
by AladdinAbu
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~~~~~~~~~[PART 5: Turnabout Is Fair Play]

"What the hell is THIS?!"

Libby Chessler awoke with a start and a snort. What was happening? Where was she? After a moment in limbo it hit her; she had a dick, she was in the gym... in the locker room. Naked. With an equally-naked Valerie tied up on top of her.

"What do you think they're doing?" one of the girls whispered. Libby peeled one eyelid open and saw that it was the girls' soccer team. ALL of them.

Great.

"It looks twisted. Is it a kinky thing?"

"Somebody should cut them free! Anybody know where the janitor is?"

"Allright, allright," the gym teacher grumbled as she stolled in. "What's all the holdup in h... HOLY SHISHKABOB!"

Valerie's eyes fluttered open. "Hmmnh? No, I'm not hungry..."

Everyone fell siilent at these words. They were so out of place that it seemed to temporarily deflate the tension in the locker room. Then the gym teacher stomped over to them and whispered too low for the other students to hear her, "Are you girls okay? What happened?"

"I... I dunno," Libby tried out. It was relatively true when she first said it, so many details were hazy in her half-awake state. "Please, c-can you help us?"

"Sure." The woman began to work at the restraints on Valerie's hands first. Then Valerie shifted her hips side to side, and felt the hardness within her body - or, to be more precise, she felt Libby's hardness inside her body.

"Oh!" she let out, eyes locking with Libby's. HUGE DICK. A DOZEN GIRLS WATCHING. EXPOSURE.

"Actually, I'm kind of shy," Libby began desperately, swallowing to make her throat work. "C-could you m-maybe get rid of all these people first?"

"Since when is Libby shy?" one of the girls whispered to another.

Then a straggler bolted in through the doors. "Hey guys!" she hissed urgently. "You'll never guess what I just heard! You know that hyper girl that writes for the school paper, Sabrina Whateveritis?"

"Forget about that," a tall girl with bronzed skin hissed back. "Don't you see what's happening right in front of your-"

"She's a DUDE!" Suddenly everyone was staring at her, including the coach (who forgot about untying anybody for a few seconds). "No, seriously; Peggy Lundquist was in the bathroom with her and saw her peeing STANDING UP! Isn't that freaking crazy?"

"Her too?" Valerie whispered in Libby's ear.

"No way! I... well, this isn't how I wanted to confess this to you, but I already banged Sabrina, and I guarantee she had a genuine, authentic twat - yesterday, in fact!"

The expression on poor Birkhead's face was beyond confused, or surprised, OR alarmed. It was pure information overload.

"Gossip, gossip," the coach muttered as she began untying them again.

"Wait!" Libby pleaded. "Seriously, w-we can chill for a minute while you herd all those hens out of the henhouse!"

"Libby," Valerie hissed. At first she was going to snap back that she should be helping her stop the coach before she ruined both of their lives, but then she felt it too; something MELTING. Not in the "oh, it's so warm, how wonderful" melting sense, but in the sense of burning white-hot and actually liquifying and dripping away. It burned, but somehow it didn't burn so bad that it was intolerable. What in the name of god was happening to them?

It distracted both girls just long enough for the coach to finish unbinding Valerie's hands from the seat of the chair, and she was almost through with the ropes holding her in Libby's lap when Valerie yelped, "Wh-whoa, hold on, Coach, we- that is, there's something we can't- I m-mean-"

'Damn her and her stuttering, pathetic nature!' Libby groused inwardly before snapping, "HEY, I don't really want the Westbridge Athletic Association to get an eyeful of Libby!"

"Hush up," the coach said in a gentle-but-firm voice. "Nobody cares, we've all seen it before in the mirror."

"BUT-"

It was too late; she already yanked Valerie to a standing position. Libby squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the fallout.

"EW!" one girl yelped.

"My god," the coach breathed.

She peeled her eyes open and saw a sea of alarmed faces. How ideal. Desperately, she cleared her throat and began in a shaky voice, "I... I can explain!"

"There's no real need to," Coach said under her breath. "Whoever did this to you is going to pay - keeping you here without even giving you a way to use the toilet. Even for kidnappers, they sure take the cake!"

Both Valerie and Libby exchanged glances, then glanced toward Libby's lap. There was a yellow puddle floating between her thighs... but nothing else. A peek upward showed liquid running down Valerie's thighs, too.

"That is RANK," one of the soccer girls said, covering her nose.

"You guys," another one said, frowning at them. "Oh god, I can't believe somebody would do this... come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Good idea," Coach said, standing up and taking out her keys. "I'll go nab you some clean sweats from the office, we just got a new shipment. Marcy, get the police on the phone, tell them how we found them and everything. Don't worry; we'll get to the bottom of this."

Both Valerie and Libby let themselves be corralled into the shower, where they tried not to pay attention to how the girls were pawing at their bodies with bars of soap or how they were whispering hollow words of sympathies. They rang hollow, anyway; it was nice of them to care but nothing anyone could say was going to answer the thousands of questions bouncing around in their heads.

"What really happened?" Valerie whispered once they had been given towels and finally succeeded in driving off the soccer team.

"Beats me," Libby hissed. "I mean, I wish I could chalk this up to some bad drug trip, but I haven't taken any - not voluntarily. And no amount of tripping could make me IMAGINE a dick. Not one so real that you felt it, too."

Valerie nodded. "No, you had one. It was real and warm when it was inside me." She blushed hard as she scrubbed at her hair, hoping to hide the embarrassment in her face while she dried off. "Okay, so I don't have any experience I can compare it to, but there's no way a dildo could feel so real. No dildo in the whole world."

Then the Coach showed up to give them their sweats, cutting off any further discussion.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sabrina, are you really a man?"

"Let's see your hidden dragon, Crouching Tiger!"

"How much work have you had done? I mean, was it just a boob job or have you gone under the knife like, a million times to end up looking that girly?"

"SPELLMAN IS A SHEMALE!"

The shouts reached Libby's ears long before the freak came into view. Then there she was, books covering her crotch as she barreled through throngs of taunting students; Sabrina Spellman. She and Valerie exchanged a disbelieving look, then reached out and took hold of her arm, trying to drag her anywhere but there. Alas, at the same moment...

"Sabrina, is it true?"

"HARVEY!" Sabrina gasped, eyes popping. Then her face scrunched in on itself. "Oh, Harvey... I- I somehow hoped you wouldn't find out, but I guess that was foolish of me, what with everybody shouting it like a picket line credo."

"Libby, you didn't tell me about... about THAT. I thought it was just you."

Everyone swallowed and exchanged anxious looks. It was plain by the one Harvey was wearing that he clearly thought all girls were suddenly going to turn out to be men - maybe female human beings were only a myth. He was hurt and stretched thin. Then Valerie and Libby managed to yank the blonde free and pull her out to the parking lot, where they piled into Libby's car and took off.

"Thanks you guys!" Sabrina panted. "I... I was going to get creamed back there, I just know it!"

"Save it," Libby snapped. "You are about to explain what's going on here, Freakzilla, or we'll take you right back and dump you on the school steps!"

Sabrina gulped, then looked between them. "Hey... why are you hanging out with Valerie? No disrespect intended, but you usually use her to scrape gum off the bottom of your pumps and nothing more."

"Because Jill and CC just forced me to FUCK HER. You know, with the cock that randomly vanished about the same time everyone started muttering that you had one now!"

Sabrina's eyebrows shot up. "Wait... what? Jill and CC, what do they have to do with- hold up a second! You had sex with VALERIE?!" She rounded on the other girl. "Seriously?!"

"Don't freak out," Valerie said timidly. "It's not like it was BAD sex or anything..."

"Enough!" Libby pulled up in front of her house, leaving black marks on the road behind her from her hasty braking. "Spill - first thing first! Is it true that you turned into a guy?"

At that, Sabrina frowned uncomfortably. "Come on, Libby, don't you know better than to believe everything you hear?"

"Libby had one, too!" Valerie contributed. "But... but now it's gone. Like, really, really gone. But she said she did you with it - before you had one, I mean. Am I the only one feeling a little lost here?"

Libby let out an impatient sigh and reached over and felt the crotch of Sabrina's slacks. Yep - squishy bulge. "Christ..."

"HEY!" she yelped. "That's my private property, Miss Grabbyhands!"

Libby turned to Valerie and nodded solemnly; she responded by gasping and holding a hand over her mouth. Then she opened her car door and stepped out. Sabrina sputtered, "Wha- that's- where the hell are YOU going?!"

"Into my house! Anybody who's tired of all the confusion is welcome to follow; otherwise, good luck hoofing it all the way home!"

Of course they followed her in there. Who wouldn't have? A quick look around made it pretty clear that nobody was home. Valerie piped up, "So we have the place to ourselves?"

"Every weekday afternoon until my parents get back from couples' counseling in two hours." Without even taking the time to usher them up to her bedroom or into the kitchen for refreshments, she said, "Okay, Sabrina. I had a dick when I woke up this morning - one that spurted three times since then. I felt it, it was real, it was permanently attached. Now I suddenly seem to have misplaced it, and it wound up on YOU. Care to take some kind of guess?"

Sabrina blinked. "Three times? You animal!"

"Maybe... maybe it's a parasite." When they stared blankly at her, Valerie shrugged. "You know, like one of those alien parasites that latches onto a human and won't let go because it needs us for food and stuff? Only it latches onto... well, other parts."

"Great notion, Birkhead. Now if only we had a handy phone number to contact these aliens and ask them to take their fickle phallus back!"

"Don't yell at her," Sabrina sighed, pressing a hand to her sweat-graced forehead. "It's not her fault any of this is happening, she just got caught in the way-too-friendly fire."

Libby pursed her lips. "I have another theory. I think you're doing this somehow, Sabrina. I think you put some kind of... of whammy on me. Are you related to gypsies or anything?"

"No!" Sabrina protested. "I mean, it's possible, but not so far as I have some handy old encyclopedia of ancient gypsy curses from Great-Great-Great-Grandma Spellman or anything!"

"Then you're a demon, or a witch, or a mutant - like in that X-Men movie! All I know is that I sure didn't do it, because I was sitting around in the cafeteria minding my own business when it GREW out of nowhere, and all my limbs were securely fastened by ropes when it jumped ship!" Now Sabrina looked beyond uncomfortable. She looked CAUGHT. Sensing her impending triumph, Libby leaned forward and pressed, "Which is it? I know I got it right so you might as well fess up."

"I... I can't, you guys. If only you really, REALLY knew then you'd understa-"

"You're a witch!" Libby crowed. "I've heard it before, I know I have somewhere, but I forgot about it or wrote it off as too fantastical. But now you can't get out of it!"

"FINE!" she shouted, face beet red. Then after a few deep, calming breaths that didn't work so well, she turned her back on them and whispered, "I guess you're right; I can't get out of it now. So go ahead, laugh it up, mock and ridicule, get the village whipped into a lynch mob, whatever. After everything you had to go through because of me, you've earned it."

"Mock and ridicule? Oh, please! Those are the least of your worries. What I want is compensation for what you took from me." When she only got an uncomprehending look in return, she shouted, "MY VIRGINITY! I lost it to YOU, and I lost it as a MAN! How am I supposed to actually live with something like that?!"

"I didn't mean for it to happen, either - and I think you know that!"

"No I don't. I don't know anything for sure anymore." Libby shrugged and went on talking in clipped tones as her voice shook with rage. "So why? Why give me a dick in the first place? Are you trying to say that I'M a dick, is that the cosmic joke you played on me?"

"It WAS a joke. No, really." Sabrina ran her hands through her hair. "I can't go into too many details or I'll be in big trouble, but let's just say... I was spreading rumors among... my KIND, that behind your 'ultimate girl' facade you were really a very convincing cross-dresser. Y'know, just for fun. Except I found out WAY later that the rumors come true, and... and then I was sucking on just how true it became. And I'm sorry, Libby, I'm so sorry, I- I didn't want to fuck you, I didn't want to be fucked by you, either, I feel so dirty all the time, and now... now I'm the one with the dick!"

Libby and Valerie kept exchanging looks between them, as if to validate what they were hearing. Could any of this be true? It was Valerie who quietly asked, "But... but I don't get that last part. How did this mystery meatstick... y'know, switch its host?"

"It's NOT A PARASITE!" Sabrina growled, suddenly pissed off. "Dammit, I don't want this thing either, but it was the only way I could make Libby's disappear!"

At that, Libby felt her anger slip down a notch. "What? I... wait a minute. You TOOK it from me?"

"The way this works," she sighed, "is that in order to undo all the nasty rumors I spread, I had to do it to myself. And obviously, since the one I spread about you was the worst one I could think of I went ahead and used that one on myself."

Now Libby was rubbing her tired face. "You have a cock now. I used to have one, I put it in your mouth... I put it in your pussy. We had wild, steamy sex while I was a GUY... and now you're telling me it's YOUR turn. What the hell?"

"Need to feel it again?" Sabrina whispered helplessly.

"Unbelievable. I finally got close to Harvey, and it had to turn into some weird experimental thing because you can't keep your magical mouth shut."

Sabrina's eyes snapped up. "What was that?"

"That's right," Libby told her with a glowing grin of satisfaction, folding her arms across her chest. "Harvey and I shared a very intimate moment up at the Knoll. And by 'intimate', I mean we screwed like rabbits."

"B-but- NO, Harvey is MY boyfriend! You can't have him! You-" Then she shook her head violently, as if freeing it from debris. "Wait a second. HOW did you do it if you were a guy? Oh... OH GOD, NO WAY!"

"Yes way, Freakburger! I had to take it up the ass because of you!"

Sabrina put her hands to her mouth, tears leaking down her cheeks. Then she turned away from them again and paced to the door leading off into the dining room. She stood there for a long time. Then she whispered, "I feel like I'm gonna hurl."

"How dare you react this way, you, you... supernatural brat!" Libby stomped over to stand next to her and shouted, "I AM THE ONE WHO TOOK IT UP THE ASS! You have NO RIGHT getting upset with me, not over that, not over losing Harvey - if you lost him at all, he'll probably go running back to you eventually - and certainly not over screwing me, not when all of this is YOUR FAULT!"

"Libby," Valerie whispered, afraid of their reactions, wishing to do something to change the situation. But she didn't have the faintest clue.

"He... he really did you in the ass?" Sabrina whispered weakly. "I m-mean... with you having a, a..."

"He kind of HAD to, idiot." Then she noticed something, and she nearly fell over into a potted plant. "Wha- NO WAY, GROSS! You can't actually think this is something to get horny over!"

Sabrina cast a guilty look over at Libby before turning away, trying to hold her purse over the growing lump in the front of her pants. "I... I can't help it. Seeing as how he's my boyfriend I've always thought Harvey was incredibly hot - DUH - and w-well, after you and I d-did what we did - and now I find out he and you... god, it's like the fantasy equivalent of having your cake and eating it, too..."

Libby watched intently as the boner grew before her eyes, got big enough that the purse only succeeded in drawing attention to it instead of hiding it. Instantly her body began to respond. She hated that; she hated that she didn't even have a chance to CHOOSE whether or not she wanted to be turned on. Too much sex had been happening lately and she was never far off from arousal anymore. How was that right?

"Well, wh-what do you want ME to do about it?" Libby said preemptively. "Because you can forget about me taking care of it for you! Not now that I understand how you brought yourself to do it for me in the first place!"

"Perish the thought!" Sabrina laughed hysterically. "Say, in a totally unrelated topic, can I use your bathroom for about five minutes?"

"Sabrina, omigod!" Valerie breathed, gulping. "Y-you can't really mean to go crank one out, not in somebody else's house!"

"Says the girl who saddled and rode my pony like a professional cowgirl just a few hours ago," Libby hissed venomously.

"On the lighter side of things, I now completely understand what you meant about not being able to un-hard a hard-on," Sabrina bleated as she swayed and caught the door frame with her hand. "I... it's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this before, I don't know what I'm gonna do..."

Libby sighed. "So you really can't make this thing disappear like you made it appear?"

"I WISH!" she snapped. "But nooo, the rumor has to make me as uncomfortable as it made you before it lets me off the hook! Which will be long after I give in to temptation, trust me!"

At this, Libby licked her lips. She wanted to see it. God help her, she wanted to look at Sabrina's brand new dick. But she also wanted to drop-kick her in the teeth for all the trouble she'd caused. Imagine, wishing on a star that someone would sprout a choad! Couldn't she have wished for a million bucks like a sensible American teenager?

And then Libby felt something much stronger than she ever had before. The sensation of her cootch lubricating itself. Being all ready and willing as a woman. Sure, she'd gotten turned on once or twice in the past, when she saw a hunky guy or a particularly expensive diamond necklace, but the last time she had a wet vagina was from before she banged not one, but FOUR fellow students. Now it meant all kinds of new things other than "Hmm, I wonder what that is?" Now it meant she wanted to get laid - that her body expected it. Given that her pole had just been re-replaced with hole and therefore her cunt was being sent these mental messages for the very first time, it was the most stimulating arousal she'd ever been bowled over by. Much stronger even than with Captain Cock.

"Stop looking at me like that," Sabrina said in a quiet voice as she clutched her purse at waist-level. "I'm sorry, okay? I really am, please don't do anything too crazy, I- I don't want to have sex again for a very long time, much less when... when I'm..."

"When you're a guy?" Libby whispered.

"No, I- I'm not a guy. I'm not!"

In the end, it was anger and frustration with the unfairness of it all that prompted Libby to stomp over and yank Sabrina's slacks down around her ankles. "You were saying?!"

"AAAIGH!" she wailed, hands snatching at the waistline long after it had been pulled out of her reach. She wobbled and stopped, leaning back against the door frame as tears slid down her face; she couldn't easily reach them without falling over, and she couldn't run away without falling over, either. She was too distressed to calm down enough so she could balance while squatting. Which meant she remained exposed as she cried... exposed and stiff as a board.

"It looks exactly like the one Libby has," Valerie breathed. "Or, had, I guess. I mean, the same size, same shape and veins and everything."

"Kooky," Libby grunted.

"Please stop," Sabrina said in a shaky voice. "I mean it, please, I'm begging you so much, don't do this to me!"

"You did this to yourself! We both know that much!"

She shook her head violently. "No! No, you know this was NEVER what I wanted! Not what happened before, and not what happened to you... and not this! God, not any of it!"

Libby leveled a cold glare in her direction. "If you really meant any of what you were saying, I doubt you'd be hard right now."

"Bullshit. You got hard just fine whether or not you wanted to." She glared right back, face beet red. "The dick may have come from me, but YOU are the one who used it! YOU are the one who split me open and disposed of both of our virginities in the same moment! No matter how horny you were, there was always a choice, so just because you chose wrong doesn't mean you get to shove all the blame off on me!"

"Is that so? You manipulate my genetic makeup, and somehow ANYTHING that happened next was anybody's fault but yours?! That is so typically-"

"I HATE YOU, LIBBY CHESSLER! I HATE YOU FOR FUCKING ME! I HATE YOU FOR HATING ME AND THEN FUCKING ME ANYWAY!"

While Libby was still wearing a look of supreme shock, Sabrina darted forward and slapped her across the face hard, then shoved her to the floor, falling on top of her as she snatched wildly at the brunette hair. Libby tried to shove her face backward, but it was no use, she was determined. But at the moment when she felt the huge dick pressing into her through her clothes, her own hands reached up and snagged the thin wrists near her poor scalp.

"Stop dry-humping me at the same time that you're trying to beat me up," she managed in a shaky voice. "It's sending me some mixed messages."

So Sabrina stopped trying to beat her up.

"Oh my god," Valerie breathed as she watched Sabrina's hips move faster and faster, as Sabrina buried her burning face in Libby's shoulder so nobody could see it. "What... what am I watching?"

"No," Libby said in a voice of building fear. "No, Sabrina, wait- come on, cut it out, funny joke, ha ha, but no more!"

"NNH," Sabrina moaned as her hands curled around Libby's shoulders - establishing a better grip. "Just... oh, shit, hold still for a second and I'll b-be-"

"EWWWW!" Libby cried out, trying to free herself but only causing both of them more excitement due to her movements. "Nh... NHHH, I- NO WAY, forget it, this cannot be happening again!"

"I'm sorry that I'm doing this all over your sweats," Sabrina whispered hotly in a voice strangled by humiliation. "But it's... it's so hard, I don't know w-what else to- NNNHH, HNGAAAAAH!"

"FUCK!" Libby shouted when she felt the thing throb in the exact way that signaled she would never again wear that particular outfit.

"Hahh... hah... hmnh..." Sabrina collapsed atop Libby, trapping sticky white residue between their bodies and pinning the mortified girl to the floor. Libby whimpered, raised her hands to throw Sabrina off again, and dropped them. The deed had been done, anyway. Little would change that.

Sabrina drew back and kissed Libby. Libby didn't fight it; inwardly, she hated everything that happened, but somehow it seemed completely pointless to stop Sabrina from doing that. Of course, when Sabrina jerked her head back and gaped in awe at the weird thing she had done, Libby also didn't stop herself from turning her head to the side and spitting.

"I- oh man..."

"Thanks for an unforgettable couple of days, Freakface Spellman. Really. I'll cherish the memories."

"Geeeeez," Valerie was breathing nearby. Neither of them could spare her any thought.

"Sorry," Sabrina urgently whispered, tears springing up fresh. "So sorry, I- fuck me, why didn't I stop myself? You felt so good under my stupid c-cock, and I f-figured at the time that spraying all over you was better than actually screwing you, right? Isn't that right?"

Libby shrugged weakly. "Whatever."

"Come on, say something," Sabrina said in a worried tone as she sat back. Libby's eyes went to her semi-erectness and then looked away. "I- say something."

"You want me to say something? Fine. I'm going upstairs to shower and change. There, I said something."

Valerie nervously asked, "But wh-what are we supposed to do in the meantime?"

"Sabrina can shower with me," she said matter-of-factly. She had meant to say that she could shower first, or next, or in another bathroom, but once she'd said it she realized it didn't make a whole lot of difference by this point. "She has just as much spunk on her outfit as I do - and it's all over her skin, too. You can wait in my room if you want, Dorkhead."

The girl nodded as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. Valerie had just lost her virginity a few hours ago, and she was already watching other people having sex; it looked like her brain was rapidly approaching meltdown. Maybe some time to sit and think would be good for her.

"Let's go then," Sabrina sighed, glancing in dismay at her slimy cockhead. "The faster we wash this off, the faster I can begin riding out this pesky Y chromosome."

So shower together they did. Both girls kept exchanging bashful glances as they peeled off stained clothing, trying not to get a big eyeful of each other's bodies. Libby for her part kept thinking how insane it was that she had any thoughts about Sabrina whatsoever that counted as "naughty"; she'd force herself to look at the blonde, at her wide hips and smooth backside and her soft, ample chest, and told herself she didn't care. That it was just some other girl, that it was normal to see other girls' bodies and that she shouldn't give a rat's ass. Instead, her cheeks flushed and her breath came faster and she had to look away. WEIRD. Stupid, crazy, weird reaction, regardless of the dick she'd had the last time she saw this much of that freak.

"You first."

Sabrina smiled awkwardly. "After you, it's your house."

"I'm not turning my back on you and THAT. You first."

The smile disappeared and Sabrina climbed into the tub, and Libby stepped in immediately after. They both reached for the soap at the same moment and their hands touched, but Libby jerked hers away as if burned so Sabrina claimed first right to lather.

"I see you're still rock-hard."

"Yeah," Sabrina said, clearing her throat as she scrubbed the gunk out of her pubes. "W-well, I can't help it. I keep trying to tell it to calm down and leave me alone, but just seeing it there... it's enough to make it bigger all over again. This really is a nightmare, isn't it?"

"Hey, you don't have to tell me."

Libby took the soap from her and began using it as Sabrina rinsed off. Every time she lathered even close to her thighs, she let out a sigh; it felt too good. Normally something so negligible didn't even BEGIN to get her excited, but being in the shower with a person she'd had sex with changed that. Then she saw Sabrina was doing the same as she soaped up her cock; she would moan, then stop and take a few deep breaths, then try washing it again... and moan.

"DAMMIT!" she growled in frustration. "How am I supposed to clean the last climax off without making another one? Vicious cycle."

With a hammer-blow, Libby suddenly recalled how intimate they had felt during their first time. How Sabrina had taken it into her mouth and eaten all of her load, how they had tried to let Sabrina bring herself to orgasm and leave it at that but they wound up screwing anyway. How warm her body was, how sweet she was in bed...

How she had begged the freak to let her fuck her. The cock had been so insistent that she get laid and now Sabrina was suffering the same thing, even if it was her own damn fault. It was only then, watching Sabrina jerk herself off and cry and make anguished gutteral sounds that she finally believed that she didn't mean for any of this to happen. What twisted psycho would?

"Stop."

"I can't, Libby! I ca... god, do I wish I could, but it's SO HARD, there's nothing else I can do!"

Libby found she was crying, as well. When did that start? "Please don't do that anymore, it's..."

"NNHH! It feels amazing! I hate it, but it's so gratifying, god what the hell am I supposed to be?"

"Shh," Libby whispered as she slipped her hands around Sabrina's waist. "Just stop." They both held still for a long moment as Sabrina was embraced from behind. She tried to turn to look, but Libby said, "No, don't move. Don't do anything at all."

The hands trailed downward as Sabrina's breath picked up; Libby could hear it better now that her chin was resting on the other girl's shoulder. When one finger reached her pubes, she gasped, "Libby, come on, what is this supposed to-"

"Shut up, you freak! I..." She swallowed. "I don't think I can let you do to me what I did to you, I'm sorry. Maybe it's unfair, but... this is the only way I can help you right now."

"HAAH!" Sabrina moaned when the hand encircled her girth. "Oh god, Libby, your hand is- MMMH, what do I do?!"

"Just brace yourself against the wall and enjoy the ride."

Which was exactly what Sabrina did; she wildly threw her hand out to keep from staggering and falling, planted her feet a little wider apart and let Libby go to town. By now, Libby knew how hard to grip and how fast to move her hand to bring about a male orgasm, and she used this to great effect on her frienemy. The soap made it slippery, which made the going easier, and Sabrina's moans almost made it fun. Libby felt her own body taking an interest but determinedly ignored that; no way, not again. Just a little handjob and then they were out of there.

"HAH, I- I d-don't know if I c-can stay standing," she panted desperately. "It's so powerful, I th-think I'm gonna hurt myself, I-"

"Okay, let's sit down." She released Sabrina and they both caught their breath for a few seconds, then sat down in the bathtub with Sabrina's butt up against Libby's crotch, bobsled-style. Libby started in again but Sabrina pitched her head back at this, which made them both lean backward against the wall. Then Sabrina braced her feet against either side of the faucet and nodded, and they were back in business.

"Oh yeah!" she grunted. "Oh Libby, you got really good at this!"

"I've practiced once or twice," she said with some humor in her voice. "You doing okay?"

"Are you cracked? I'm spectacular! Well, I'm terrified that I'll be stuck like this, but right now it doesn't seem like such a bad thing!"

"That's right, just let it all go. In a few seconds, you'll spurt and then we can resume our daily-"

That was when Sabrina flung her head back and, because Libby's crown was pressing into the shower wall, was able to initiate a fevered kiss. At first Libby was almost so furious that she bit the blonde's tongue, but then the sensation of it blotted out anything like an angry response. So instead, she kissed back. She made out with Sabrina as she stroked her giant member, as the droplets pounded them from above.

Sabrina was already lying on her side, having rolled to make kissing easier. When she began rolling again, almost automatically, Libby whispered, "Wait, don't."

"Huh?" she panted.

"I... I don't think I want you to fuck me." What was that? She KNEW she didn't want Sabrina to fuck her! Didn't she?

"Well, duh," Sabrina laugh-panted. "What made you say that?"

"You were rolling over to climb on top of me and violate me," Libby said with sober eyes, even as her chest heaved with excitement. "J-just don't."

Sabrina swallowed, looking down at the way her dick was gouging into a creamy thigh that didn't belong to her, then at the half-hidden flower of her former bitter rival. "I... I didn't m-mean t- oh shit, what did we almost do? AGAIN?"

"I know," Libby said with urgent need in her voice, but she kept stroking Sabrina all the while. "Even though I wish you had never been born, doing this feels almost... NATURAL, doesn't it? Which means we have to be extra careful."

"Libby, I do want your body," Sabrina admitted heatedly, thrusting into the hand. "B-but you and I would never work out, we both know that, it's way beyond obvious. So what the hell is this supposed to be? Why... why are we so amazing together if it's only on a physical level? That's so unfair!"

They kissed again, harder than ever, tongues exploring, lips being bitten briefly and then released. Libby's free arm encircled Sabrina's back as Sabrina moved her hands to cup Libby's cheeks and deepen the kiss that much further. It was beautiful and ghastly and unique, like a painting of some horrific scene by one of the world's most skilled artists.

"Sabrina!" Libby sobbed when they came up for air. "Fuck me!"

"Really?" she said, with a bit too much excitement in her eyes. Then she shook her head. "No... no, we said we WEREN'T going to do that!"

"Who cares!? It feels too good to deny myself this! I wanna feel how you feel, and you to feel me! Let's share the experience right now, no waiting, no whining!"

Sabrina gulped. "But I've never used one of these before on somebody. I might mess it up."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Libby couldn't believe this was truly happening, but she temporarily buried her misgivings and smiled up at the girl straddling her. "Come on, you nerd, I don't have all day."

Sabrina leaned in and planted a fresh kiss on the lips below her, then ruptured Libby's virgin seal in one swift thrust.

"AAAAAAIIIGHAHAHAOWOWOW!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Sabrina sobbed as she held as still as possible with her entire length inside the brunette's lower torso. "I... I should have done that slower, but I c-couldn't, I tried to hold back but suddenly it was like I was... like I felt a SHOCK, and I had to jump right in, I HAD to!"

"It's okay," Libby told her in a trembling voice as she felt her limbs go weak, as she glanced down and saw a tiny rivulet of blood running into the drain. She stared at it dumbstruck for what seemed like an eternity before lifting her eyes and petting Sabrina's stricken features with numb fingers. "I... it wasn't really my virginity anyway. We both know that."

"But your p-poor vagina-!"

"Nevermind that, you twit!" she snapped impatiently, then flinched when Sabrina flinched. "I... I'm sorry. But I don't want to spend all day in here, so... start screwing, Spellman."

Sabrina flung her arms around Libby and squeezed, sobbing right into her shoulder as she shifted slightly, forcing the dick to widen Libby's opening. "Forgive me! Please forgive me, forgive me for everything, I hate myself so bad!"

Libby hugged back as the meat began drawing itself out of her, kept hugging when it reentered, causing a fresh wave of pain that almost blotted out the pleasure. Neither of them let go for over a minute as Libby began to enjoy herself, as she began to enjoy Sabrina.

When at last they released they gazed into each other's eyes, making the primal sounds of fornication. Their lips made moves to speak and failed. It was even worse than their first time together; now they knew something was at work even beyond the usual base attraction. This was more than just physically compatible; they were becoming physically symbiotic. They NEEDED each other. All words rang hollow.

Libby heard a squeak in her throat, and that was when Sabrina flung her mouth forward and kissed her again, and they kept the kiss up as long as they could while milking each other's flesh for all the pleasure they could find. Libby clawed down Sabrina's soft back with her fingernails while the other ten fingernails skimmed lightly through her water-matted brown hair. Minutes passed. Every action deepened their bond. Then Sabrina flung herself backward to a kneeling position as she continued to invade the girl lying down.

"I... I'm gonna... Libby, I don't want to do this inside you but I'm not sure I have the willpower to pull out! Help me!"

"Go for it," Libby hissed as she played with her own tits, squeezing, pinching. "Whitewash my guts with your magical paintbrush. I... I don't have the willpower to kick you out, either."

"NMNH! Oh, Libby, LIBBY!"

The way the freak girl was moaning her name brought a burning sensation to not only her loins, but her cheeks; their former hatred of each other was in the name, along with the newfound affection. Everything about their relationship was present.

"Sabrina," she said, softly at first but then louder and with no reservation. "Sabrina! I... I love you!"

At that, Sabrina's eyes flew open and she gaped down at the woman beneath her, who whipped her head to the side in shame, astounded by what had tumbled out of her mouth. The same thing Valerie had said to her, that she hadn't been able to return... because she didn't love Valerie. But did she love Sabrina? How in the nine hells was that even remotely possible?!

"No, Libby!" the blonde moaned softly as she began thrusting, unable to keep her hips still despite her desire to examine this new development. "Nnhh... how c-could you? We don't even like each other, and now you're telling me that you l-lo... you luh..."

"Shut your face!" she snapped angrily as her hands went to her eyes, trying to hide herself, to disappear. "J-just fuck me, you gender-challenged whore!"

"Libby..." Lips met hers, and she did not drop her hands but kept hiding as she kissed back, hesitantly, then with full force. Then they threw themselves into the last remaining seconds, kissing and bucking and uniting their blistering flesh for one spectacular moment.

"MMHHHNGH!"

"HMNNNnnNAH!" Sabrina gasped as she released. "Oh, Libby, I want this so bad! I want you, I need you, I-"

Only now did Libby dare open her eyes, when Sabrina stopped speaking. Urgency oozing from every syllable, she demanded to hear the rest. "You what?!"

"I love you, too!"

That was too much for her, and her cunt seemed to agree; it contracted, it squeezed, and it when it felt a stream of sizzling man-juice bombarding her insides she screamed, "SABRINAAAA!"

They collapsed with Sabrina on top of Libby, dick still pulsating and spraying whiteness that would never be seen, Libby stroking along a back that wasn't hers and petting hair that wasn't hers. Neither of them moved for what felt like a long time but was probably only a minute or two.

"Libby," Sabrina whispered as she drew back, eyes cast downward, "I- please don't hold me to what I said, I'm not gonna hold you to it either, we were caught up in the-"

She fell silent when Libby kissed her again, strong and soft and insistent, and kissed back, losing herself in the sensation. Then they released again and Libby breathed, "Shut up."

"But if I shut up, it means we DON'T have to explain what happened. Which lets it stand as... true."

Libby pressed her lips into Sabrina's neck, and she loved the flesh there, loved the taste of her skin and the texture of it. Her head pulled back and she observed a face that she suddenly realized held this pure, decent quality that she'd always resented; before, she had honestly believed that Sabrina was ugly, but now she realized that lie was borne of jealousy. She could never be as kind-hearted and open as Sabrina and that riled her, made her feel insecure and petty and all the things she was but didn't want to confront. THAT was the root of their enmity; her need to feel superior and ignore or belittle the facets of other people's personalities that might mean she wasn't.

And it backfired, because now that Libby was forced to admit that Sabrina was such a beautiful, compassionate woman, it was so much stronger than if she'd just accepted it from the start. Instead, it was more like being in the presence of an archangel.

"It is," Libby said simply. Then kissed her cheek in such a tender way that Sabrina let out a yelp of alarm. "I do."

"Wait," Sabrina said, voice still frightened but far less angry or mistrusting. "I h-have a boyfriend, I- and I'm a girl normally, I will be again soon, and then what? Come on, we can't do this, it's insanity."

"Look at me." Sabrina did, eyes glittering, water pouring down over her freckly face and plastering her hair to her scalp - and was still beautiful. "If you ever felt like THIS with Harvey... then okay, you can go back to him. Otherwise... I think we might honestly have to reevaluate some things."

"Are you for real? Just because we had sex?" Sabrina smiled weakly. "Okay, epic, mind-blowing sex, but still..."

"Once would be a fluke. This is two separate events, and we even had different equipment those two times. There's something here. I HATE IT, but I'd have to be a masochist to keep fighting against the reality that... I kinda like you."

"You like my body."

"No," she said firmly, reaching out and grasping the wet face between her fingers, squishing her cheeks and causing her lips to look like fish-lips. Libby cracked a smile. "So funny."

"Hmng?"

"Even after doing it with Harvey, and CC and Val, I... they were amazing, don't get me wrong. Val was sweeter, Harvey was manlier, but you are still..."

Sabrina drew back and out of Libby's face-pinch. "Don't say stuff like that. It makes my head feel all funny, like it's filling up with helium."

"That's it exactly. It's how you make me feel. When did that start? Our first time? Or... was it always like that and we just reacted the wrong way?"

"I'm not sure I follow you." She pressed a hand into Libby's cleavage, stared at it for a while as she felt her heart thumping wildly, then whispered, "You think we always... and what, that we started sniping at each other and squabbling over Harvey to hide our true feelings?"

"Is it really that far out there?"

"No, I guess not, but... but how could it be true?" Were those tears leaking down her face or just shower water? "Libby, I'm not in love with you, that- no way, it's ludicrous, I hate you! I hate how you always treated me, put me down, messed with my life, flaunted your class and privilege!"

"Which I did to keep you under my thumb. It was easier and more convenient than letting you challenge my way of life." Libby swallowed and turned her head aside. "Oh god... I've got that feeling like when an elevator shoots down all of a sudden and you leave your stomach behind. Isn't that what love is supposed to feel like? Shit, does this have to keep getting STRONGER?"

"You're out of your mind if you think we- no way! Libby, you don't like me, either, remember? I'm poor and tacky and ignorant! Come on, you're supposed to be good at ripping me a new one, so what's the deal?"

"LOOK AT US!" she shouted - but when Sabrina flinched, she wrapped her arms around the blonde and held her tightly, hand pressing the other girl's head into her shoulder. "Look at us. Look how we are. I'm still feeling that urge to rib you about your terrible dye-job, but THIS is what my heart wants at the same time. All those things about you that are so fun to ridicule are the things I secretly love. Which means... I am one seriously twisted sister."

"But what do we do?" Sabrina asked earnestly, only now returning this latest hug. Her voice was so defeated... "Are we really... is this really possible? Me and Libby Chessler? But we're both girls - I mean, normally we are, and Harvey- I'm still crazy about Harvey, I couldn't do that to either of you!" She gasped. "Did I just say 'either of you'? Damn, I'm already EQUATING you with my long-term boyfriend!"

"Slow down," Libby laughed. "It'll all work itself out. But I think if we keep denying what's going on then we're only gonna end up hurting ourselves in the future. It's just not healthy." Her lip trembled as she petted the blonde hair again. "I mean, this love-hate thing will eventually kill us; it almost has on several occasions."

"Maybe I... maybe I could love you." She drew back. "I love you, Libby." Then she smiled, after which she cleared her throat and looked away. "Wow, that felt weird, and sounded even weirder."

Libby spoke in a coaxing, hurried voice. "How did it really feel? Say it, don't hold back, don't think too hard about it or put up a front."

"It felt amazing." Sabrina glanced over at the cheerleader again before closing her eyes. "It felt RIGHT, okay? There, I said it. Looking at you, feeling you near me and telling you that you mean everything felt so right that it might even be true. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No." She took a deep, shaky breath and followed up, "And yes, desperately. At the same time."

Again, they began a kiss, one that lasted for minutes as they lay in each other's arms, the water cascading over their smooth bodies. By the end of it, they were smiling, and then they were just staring into each other's eyes. Soon afterward they were getting out of the shower.

"Let me ask you a question."

"Sure," Sabrina asked, blushing as Libby toweled her off.

"Can you do that anytime you want? I mean, grow a dick. I know you have to right now because of the weird rumor thing that I still don't understand, but..."

The blush got redder as she whispered, "Yeah. I turned myself into a boy once before, you know, so I could find out what Harvey talked about when it was just him and 'the guys'. In fact... we went out on a date, remember?" At the blank look she was receiving, she said, "Jack Sprat? Too long ago or what?"

"OMIGOD!" Libby shouted. "That was YOU?! I..." Now it was her own cheeks filling with redness. "I listened to pepper for him, I totally wanted to bang that guy - I mean, bang YOU! Wait, that's not what... well, I guess this means we've been completly gay for each other for longer than we thought."

"No, that means YOU have been gay for me for longer than YOU thought; I knew you were Libby the whole time and I definitely..." A slight pause as she dried off her hair. "Well, I didn't want to BANG you exactly, but I guess we've decided there was more love to our love-hate relationship than anybody could have guessed, right?"

Soon afterward they finished drying off and headed downstairs, still nude, to put the sticky clothes in the washing machine. After turning it on, they began to head up the stairs, but the going was slow because Libby kept pinching Sabrina's ass the whole way up, and Sabrina would stop and glare over her shoulder playfully every time. When they got to the top, Libby couldn't help but make a small observation.

"You're hard AGAIN!"

"I know," Sabrina sighed as they neared her bedroom. "I... I don't mean to, but I'm not used to having one of these things, and without clothes on it kind of... dangles. And flops around, and smacks against my thighs..."

"Very true," Libby said knowingly - because she DID know. "Don't you just hate that?"

"No," Sabrina whispered in an embarrassed tone. "I mean, yeah I do, but it still feels good anyway."

Then they walked into the bedroom... and nearly passed out in surprise.

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NEXT TIME: "Having Cake And Eating It Too"