Futa Catfighting Anyone? Lonnie -vs- Denise

Story by rachaelross

Story Codes: f/f, futa, catfight, romance, first, oral, mast, humil, violent

Synopsis: A pair of 14yo girls attending summer camp are scouted for possible membership in Megan's cat-pack.

Megan's Pride

Part One: Lonnie -vs- Denise

Someone kept taking my stuff and I hated that. I didn't want to be at summer camp anyway. Two weeks of mosquito bites, poison ivy, and listening to a bunch of 14 and 15-year-old girls complain wasn't my idea of fun. We were all orphans, from every corner of the state, and each year some rich jerk would foot the bill for about a hundred of us to enjoy the great outdoors. Whoever the guy was, he must have felt pretty guilty about something.

We did all the usual stuff kids do at summer camp. We could use the big lake for swimming or paddle our canoes around. There were classes for arts and crafts, and I'd learned how to make a leather wallet, except it had turned out sort of lopsided. We got to try our hands at archery, which was fun, and fishing, which was not. The nature hikes were okay, but I always found the campfire sing-alongs kind of annoying. I always burned my marshmallows, too.

Living in a tent sucked. None of us owned our own sleeping bags or anything, and the ones we had weren't brand new. Mine smelled sort of funny and I'd get into it wondering who might have used it before me. Probably some bed wetter, I thought. We lived out of our backpacks mostly, or the small suitcases that some of the girls were stupid enough to bring. So anyone could steal anything, which was the biggest reason I hated summer camp.

As soon as I grabbed my flashlight, I knew something was wrong.

"Where's my batteries?" I asked, staring at Marisa.

She just shrugged and I didn't think she'd take them anyway, but our third tent-mate, Denise, would definitely take them. I'd caught her looking through my backpack a couple times, always with some lame excuse about needing to borrow my hairbrush or whatever. Only five days into camp, I'd already lost a brand new bottle of lotion, one of my favorite combs, half of my rubber bands, my silver toe ring, which really made me angry! And now the batteries out of my flashlight.

"Denise!" I found her near one of the fire pits, roasting a hot dog and giggling with a half-dozen other girls.

We were both fourteen, but I'd only known her since arriving at camp. She came from Spokane or someplace boring like that and right away I knew we weren't going to be friends. She had that spoiled blonde brat attitude, arriving all dressed up in brand new clothes that she couldn't ever afford to buy. None of us had a lot of money, but Denise was the sort of girl who liked to pretend and she probably shoplifted everything she owned.

She tried to look better than everyone else, too. I mean, most of the girls at camp all looked about the same, which is to say typical and cute, maybe even pretty some of us, and it didn't really matter. We were camping, right? There wasn't anyone to impress for a hundred miles in any direction, but Denise spent like hours just brushing her golden hair, fussing over her clothes, and even putting on makeup! What a complete poser! Never mind that she looked like a stick with boobs, being tall and skinny, and with those fat tits of hers sticking out like anyone would care.

We were completely different in other ways, too. I wasn't very tall, for one thing, and my breasts were mostly just plump, pointy nipples, but at least I had some hips and a real butt. My legs didn't look like pale stilts, either. And so what if I had plain old black hair and brown eyes? I knew I was just as pretty as Denise, but the first time the girl had ever laid eyes on me, she'd sort of made a face as if she couldn't believe how ugly I looked. Like she was better than me just because she was a real girly girl?

That's the other thing, the secret thing, and maybe I was jealous, but I didn't want to be. Nobody knew that when I got excited, like kind of horny, something weird happened. My clitoris got big sometimes, really big, and if I'm gonna be honest about it, well...It turned into a penis, really. Not that I got excited about sex stuff anyway. I wasn't interested in boys at all and I only found out about my weird penis thing by total accident, which is what puberty seems to be -- one big accident. But all the same, it did make me feel self-conscious and like I said, I hadn't told anyone anything. Like, why would I, huh? Mostly I just wished I was a regular girl, you know, like...

"Denise!" I yelled again, and she turned around just in time to get shoved backwards. "Where's my batteries? What did you do with them?"

"Hey!" She stumbled backwards, but didn't fall down. "Are you crazy? I didn't take your stupid batteries!"

"Fi

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