Small Girls (high school drama)

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

Heh, probably one of the most prevalent settings and genres all rolled into one, but I love it - probably just as much as the rest of you do. ;)

Anyway, this is a short 'n' sweet thing I needed to get off of the top of my head since it was too good to let rest, a product of five days worth of work plus editing (seems to be typical for this length of story!) I'm proud to add to my, aherm, portfolio. While I won't say that "Prendergast School for Exceptional Girls" was a direct inspiration for this piece, I won't be dishonest and say thoughts of it were not on the brain when I scratched this out, so there may be subconscious similarities. (On the unrelated side, I find more and more stuff I had no idea was posted here every day I think about what's in the ol' Stories.zip from days of yore...)

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"Practically the best cum on campus, right?" "No, but it is my favorite." "What the hell do you mean by that?" I dug into my salad bowl whilst my two friends exchanged their usual lunchtime ritual - Bryce had passed her pudding cup over to Allison for a bit of extra flavor, as well as a bit of cheek today. "Oh, you know. I love yours the most." "But someone else is just as good?" "I dunno?"

I looked right to Deana and shrugged, receiving one from her in return. She and I were thankful for what we had, her preferred flavor a thermos full of her mom's chilled sperm, and my salad, similarly, was dressed with something much better than ranch. When you were one of us, you were thankful that you earned this much of a taste of the white stuff; I'm not saying anything like having mothers that don't love you - though I've heard particular rumors about superficial parents like that - but that those who produced often held the premium in our corner of the world, and not everyone could. Like us, you could say.

"Bryce, you'd better not be cheating on me," Allison groaned, her foot and a half of cock pulsing as she shot her load into the half-filled cup of vanilla pudding and mixed it well with the pressure alone; you'd think that with a length like that, Allison Wyn would be somebody, but her flat chest and lack of testicles - looking like a taller loli, essentially - held her back from any sort of mainstream popularity. Bryce attempted to accept the cup back once it was summarily flavored, but Allison smacked her hand. "I'm serious, Bryce! You'd better tell me what you mean!"

"I'd have to tell you that tasting isn't cheating. Just the cum, not the cock," Bryce defended, frowning until Allison relinquished the cup with a small growl. Bryce Kerry had a chest of fair D-cups, but in opposing Allison's body type she also possessed a four-inch penis that was more like a glorified clit; strangely enough, she had balls, but they essentially took the place of her outer labia in two distinct and separate scrotums - which was to say that they weren't very big. I could only believe Allison and Bryce made a great pair since Bryce reportedly didn't like pelvis continually smashing into her testes!

"Oh, lord. She opened that can of worms," Deana couldn't resist commenting, licking the 'milk' mustache from her upper lip. Deana Ling possessed a nice set of testicles, herself - triple the size of a normal guy, I've seen (not like I've heard or cared about definite measurements) - but only B-cup breasts and a six-inch dick. I get mad when people comment that what's in her bulging pants doesn't have the hose to back her up.

Which brought us to me, the girl who wanted to interject something between my two friends who were heating up because I hated to see them fight. I'm Cecilia Warner, and compared to everyone around me I was painfully average - C-cup breasts, seven-inch penis, slightly larger testicles than a fully-grown man would have. This was an acceptable standard considering that, when I went to public school, somewhere around just getting into Junior High I was exposed as a hermaphrodite and ruthlessly tormented by growing girls who didn't understand and hormonal boys afflicted with horrible homophobia. Coming home on the worst day of my life, with several bumps, bruises, and two black eyes, changed my mom's mind on the subject of where I attended school real quick - now I attend a prestigious boarding school alongside several kinds of people who would have gotten their asses beat hard if they found themselves in the same situation, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Thing was, the shift in dynamic didn't make me any less of an outcast. Here at Grand Cummings (I'm pretty sure the pun is fully intended since that can't be anyone's real name) Preparatory School o

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