Longwood Academy Ch. 03-04

"What's your next class?" Pam asked.

"Gym."

"Damn," Pam said. "I've got art."

"Oh, I've heard that's fun. My sister always comes home covered in body-paint from that class."

"That's cool, but still--I have to start fresh in a class where I haven't made any friends, yet," Pam complained.

Mel shrugged. "Just eat someone's ass--or let them eat yours. A big plump ass like that'll make you lots of friends."

Pam smiled at that and thanked her. Seeming a bit anxious, she unexpectedly gave Mel a hug. The hug then lingered a little bit longer than it felt like it should have before she pulled away and said, "Bye!"

Mel shrugged it off and headed to gym class. As she turned a corner, she suddenly found herself faceplanting onto the floor. While she was down, she felt a shoe come down and stomp directly on her balls. Mel screamed out, rocked with pain. She looked up, seeing through tunnel vision from the pained darkness fogging over her peripheral vision. What she saw was Dahlia, laughing at her pain along with pair of other tall, pretty girls. They then sauntered away, still laughing.

Mel was sure she'd simply die, right there. Thankfully, a cute thin girl with medium-brown skin and bright-green eyes stopped and helped her up. "What happened?" the girl asked. "Are you okay?"

"This... bitch... tripped me, and the stomped on my balls!"

"Ouch! Yeah, that doesn't look so good!"

Wincing, Mel looked down at her balls. Her so sac what bruised purple, and they were swollen to twice their size. "Oh my god! Am I gonna be okay? Is this... permanent?"

The girl gave a reassuring look and brushed the concern aside. "Don't worry! It's almost impossible to permanently damage futa balls. My sister and her friends play a game where they that turns bashing each other's balls as hard as they can. They get way worse than that, and they always heal up within a day or two. One time it was like a week, but that was after spending a day doing truly unspeakable things to them."

"Why on earth would anyone do that?!"

The girl laughed and shrugged. "Futamorphosis gets really weird after a while. This morning, a saw a couple seniors shoving random breakfast foods up their asses." Upon saying that, she laughed at the look of disgust on Mel's face. "I'm Lyra. Where are you going?"

"I'm Mel--short for Melanie--and, uh, gym."

Lyra smiled, and said, "Me, too! I'll help you out."

Lyra then put an arm around Mel and helped her limp down the stairs and to the gym.

"Does your sister go here?" Mel asked got closer to their destination.

"Yeah, she's a sophomore, her name's Pearl."

"Nice. My sister Luna's a junior, and my other sister Annie is a freshman, like me."

"Oh, cool--twins?"

Mel blushed. "No, she's younger. I'm... sort of a late-bloomer."

"Oh, lucky," Lyra complimented. "I've late-bloomers grow, like, way more than people who develop earlier. Plus, doesn't that mean you got two gap years?"

"Pfft, I hope that's true, and yeah, but the second one was pretty boring," Mel complained.

"It's true," Lyra guaranteed. "There was a study. Plus, like, most of the contestants on Futa Idol are late bloomers."

Mel gave a half-smile. She figured Lyra was just trying to make her feel better, but the effort was nice. They neared the locker room, and Mel was confused when Lyra led her directly into it.

"Don't we have to pick up uniforms or something?" Mel asked.

"Nah," Lyra told her. "There's a machine that loads fresh ones into all the lockers between classes. You can just pick any unclaimed locker and give it a temporary code while you keep your stuff in there."

Mel furrowed her brow and scrunched her nose. "We get fresh uniforms every time? Why would they do it like that?"

Lyra answered by nodding to one of the girls that was changing. Mel looked and saw a futa wearing a leotard made of Vylon (futuristic improvement on nylon). She was in the process of ripping a hole in the crotch of the garment to let her dick and balls out. Mel opened her mouth, confused, and did a double take.

"Why... why the heck...?" Mel blabbered.

Lyra giggled, and explained, "Look, apparently, they tried other uniforms, but there's just something about ripping open fresh Vylon that people like. At night, they run all the used ones through a machine that recycles them into new ones."

"This place is... bizarre."

"I know, right," Lyra agreed. "Did your homeroom just have you practice eating ass, or is my teacher just weird?"

Mel laughed. "No, yeah, we did."

"What did you think?" Lyra asked. "My partner sucked at it, but I had fun doing it to her."

Mel blushed and answered, "Um... I liked it. I sort of lost track of time and spent half the class just eating the girl's ass."

Lyra narrowed her eyes and gave a nod of respect. Then, catching Mel by surprise, she casually stripped off her uniform. Mel froze where she stood, helpless but to stare. Lyra had a lovely, athletic build with perky-midsized breasts and pierced nipples. Her legs were shapely and muscular, and between them was a decently sized flaccid cock with a cute, curly black bush above it. Mel had been half-hard for most of the walk over here, but in a split-second, it sprung up to full mast.

"I hope you like bush," Lyra said with a nervous grin as she opened a locker to put her clothes into.

"Um... yeah. Don't worry about it. I've got like, way more bush than that," Mel assured her.

Lyra cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Don't keep me in suspense, let's see it."

Mel froze. She was in a locker room. She was expected to change. She supposed it would be rude to walk away to find an empty corner to shyly change. Blushing, she said, "Oh--um... okay."

Mel tentatively lowered her skirt, showing her bush, along with her upright, precum-dripping cock. Lyra gave a delighted look. "Girl, what? And I thought you were cute before!"

Mel gave a suspicious look. She wasn't sure if Lyra was making fun of her. As her eyes darted down to track new movement, though, she noted the Lyra's cock was quickly hardening to what looked like eight-or-nine inches, right in front of her.

"Um... you think I'm cute?"

"Yeah, girl, you're sexy," Lyra gushed. "No point trying to hide it when my dick's out."

Mel could only hope her face wasn't as red as it felt. "Oh, that's um... thank you. So are you."

Mel locked eyes with Lyra and saw desire. It wasn't the opportunistic hunger of a hormonal animal; it was nervous, and hopeful, and romantic. What Mel saw in Lyra's eyes was the same thing she felt in that moment. There was a hush as everything around her faded from her perception, and her heart raced, but her mind went still.

Lyra's face was getting closer to her own, and Mel scarcely noticed that she was moving closer at the same, sedate pace.

When Lyra's hand landed to rest on the locker behind Mel, it was like the firing pistol at the start of the race. With that signal, both of them closed the distance and their lips were interlocked. Mel's arms went around Lyra, one hand resting on the small of her back and the other firmly taking hold of her plump, yet firm ass.

Mel's chest fluttered with butterflies. This was her first kiss--at least her first real one. Lyra's lips felt amazing, and Mel wanted to spend all of eternity feeling them against hers. She swooned as she felt a soft tongue sliding curiously into her mouth, and her own instinctively moved to caress it.

Mel's heart sank when a stern voice commanded, "Break it up, ladies. I hope you brought your Tupperware, 'cause you've gotta save that for later."

Lyra reluctantly pulled away, giving a crestfallen look as she bit her lips. Mel looked in dismay to the source of the voice. She was a muscular woman, wearing gray sweat shorts and a matching cropped hoodie--presumably the coach. She had a strangely youthful, alternative look for a coach, with her septum ring, platinum-blonde pixie cut, and punk eyebrows with the outer ends of them shaved off into a natural scowl. Her arms and legs were even sleeved with tattoos, with a few sparser pieces decorating her torso.

It was a bittersweet mix of emotions while Mel changes into the strange, translucent leotard. It was so utterly amazing that the kiss had happened, yet so disappointing that it was cut short. Mel knew one thing for sure--she wanted Lyra to rail her as hard as humanly possible, all day and night. Hell, she wanted this girl to get her pregnant, as ill-advised as that may be.

After pulling on the leotard, Lyra firmly and smoothly ripped the crotch of it open. The sight of it made Mel gasp, and she felt her pussy gush juices into the soft fabric clinging to it. Without even thinking, she found herself saying, "I want you to do that to me."

Lyra smirked, asking, "What? Tear you open?"

Mel slowly nodded, her mouth slightly agape. "Uh-huh."

Lyra got close again, close enough to kiss, and she teased, "As you wish."

This surprised Mel. Was she referencing Princess Bride? That movie was like seventy-years-old, and she doubted anyone else her age would have seen it. Just for that, she hazarded another kiss.

"Girls!" the coach chastised just as their lips met. "Second warning!"

"Shit," Mel complained, pulling back. "I don't want detention; it's all paddles, and canes, and humblers."

Mel's eyes went wide. As the two started walking out of the locker room, Mel said, "What?! Are you serious? That's barbaric!"

"I know," Lyra agreed with an eye roll. "Apparently there's an assembly to vote on policy right before homecoming every year, and every year, the students overwhelmingly request corporal punishment. We're a bunch of freaks. Wait, didn't you say your sister goes here? She didn't tell you anything?"

Mel shook her head in disbelief, "No, I guess she was a lot more secretive about it than I thought. To be fair, she rarely takes a long enough break from jacking off to tell me about her day."

"Oh, fair--mine usually just multitasks, though. Also... so do I, lately, if I'm being honest...? Like I hope that doesn't sound too weird, that we do that in front of each other, while talking. We're co-clones, if that helps."

"You're a clone?" Mel asked, surprised. "You're both clones? That's so cool. Oh, and don't worry, my sisters are the same way and they're not even clones. I guess there's a decent chance I'll be the same way, too, moving forward. I'm having a really hard time not touching myself right now."

Lyra giggled and said, "Go for it, girl. I'm right there with you." She looked down at the crotch of Mel's leotard and gripped the fabric as she asked, "Here--want a hand with this?" Mel nodded her approval, and Lyra easily tore a hole into it, freeing Mel's overly eager little cock. As she walked, she softly stroked it, and Lyra did the same just beside her.

There were a surprisingly large number of girls in this class. Most classes kept their numbers small, restricting them to an overage of 24 students. Since there was only one gym, though, there looked to be at least seventy girls in this period. Mortified, Mel spotted that this included Dahlia and her two snickering friends. Dahlia made eye-contact and gave a smug grin from across the gym.

"Crap," Mel complained quietly. "That's the girl who tripped me, earlier."

Lyra looked at Dahlia, then back to Mel. "The one that smash your nuts? I oughta kick her ass for that."

"Don't," Mel told her. "I don't want things to escalate."

Lyra grumbled but didn't approach the cruel girl. Instead, she put an arm around Mel and stuck her chin up brashly at her. This only prompted Dahlia and her friends to break out into further laughter.

"Bitches," Lyra mumbled. "How'd she end up targeting you, anyway?"

Mel's mind flashed back to the memory of Dahlia aggressively throat-fucking her on the train, then later grabbing her ass and Mel rejecting her advances. "Ugh," she groaned flatly. "I don't want to talk about it. She's just mad I didn't let her turn me into her submissive little sex doll."

Lyra took on a look of shock, and then fury as she shouted, "What the fuck?!" She motioned to march over to Dahlia, but Mel grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Leave it," Mel begged.

Lyra scowled, and her nostrils flared, but she stayed put. "Melanie, if it's alright with you, I think I'll be hanging around you a lot. If that bitch tries anything, I wanna be around to smack that smug look off her face."

Mel smiled. She normally preferred not to be called Melanie, but something about hearing Lyra say it made her feel lighter than air. "Works for me," Mel replied, trying to play it cool.

Idly, she wondered if Lyra really could beat Dahlia in a fight. Futa hormones greatly enhanced a person's strength, and since Dahlia was at least a year ahead, she almost certainly had a lot more of them coursing through her. She didn't look particularly strong, but that meant nothing when it came to futas. There were futa athletes smaller than Mel who could bench-press fifteen-hundred pounds.

With everyone having arrived, it appeared that class would begin shortly. The gym was a particularly nice basketball court, with the floor covered by a rubber mat and the bleachers folded into the wall to make more room. Along all of the walls were exercise equipment that Mel didn't quite understand, and there were thick ropes hanging from the high ceiling, all the way down to the floor. That felt like a bad omen to Mel.

As it turned out, there were three coaches, all completely identical, except for their hair colors and variations in their tattoo themes. There was the one Melanie had already seen, with platinum hair and macabre tattoos involving lots of skeletons, coffins, and daggers. Then, there was another hot pink hair, and succubus-themed tattoos. Finally, there was one with dark-green hair and floral tattoos. They were all standing together, holding clipboards, and silently scowling until they got everyone's to shut up through intimidation.

"Everybody listen up," the pink coach demanded. "There are too many of you to call out all your names for attendance. You will all form even, orderly lines in front of my and the other coaches. You will approach when we tell you to approach, state your first and last name clearly, and then you will step aside. We will not tolerate anybody wasting our time on this."

A hand rose, and without even waiting for the girl to ask her question, the pink coach said, "Yes, we are clones! Get over it. Obviously, that means we all have the same last names. Since our first names are for our friends, you may call us all Coach. If you must differentiate us, you can call us Coach Pink, Coach Green, and Coach White."

A girl jokingly called out, "Which one's which?"

Without missing a beat, Coach Pink shouted, "Take a wild fucking guess!"

Lines formed. Mel and Lyra chose the line in front of Coach Green. It wasn't a decision either of them verbalized, but so far, this was the only coach they hadn't heard yell. While in line, they quietly conversed.

"I bet identical twins get mistaken for clones a lot," Mel speculated.

"I think they do, yeah. I guess without context, the only way to tell for sure is if the clones are different ages," Lyra said. "My sister told me about the coaches; they're sort of... odd."

"Odd, how?"

"I guess they have, like, a really subtle secret-sign-language, and it sort of makes it look like they're telepathic."

"What the hell," Mel whispered.

"That's not even the really weird part," Lyra continued. Much more quietly, she conspiratorially whispered, "They fuck each other."

Mel gasped and stared at Lyra. "Are you serious?"

"Dead-ass," Lyra confirmed. "My sister came into the locker room one day after school because she was looking for her earrings, and they were just... in the middle of it. They were so caught up in it that they didn't notice her."

Mel was shocked. Hoping it wouldn't offend Lyra, she asked, "Is that... common?"

Lyra gave a funny look and asked, "Do you really not know any clones?"

Mel shrugged and said, "I barely know anybody. I basically only had one friend growing up."

Lyra took a considered breath, and answered, "I don't know if it's common, exactly, but I know it happens. Me and my sister aren't like that, but there was a quartet of clones up the street from me growing up who definitely were like that. Then again, I've known a fair share of non-clone sisters who are like that, too--at least during futamorphosis. Being co-clones is pretty different to having actual sisters. Depending on how they're raised, some see their co-clones as just being variations on themselves, so they think of having sex with them as essentially masturbating."

Mel didn't even know what to say to that, and they were nearing the front, so she just kept quiet. As Lyra turned forward to appear respectful, Mel was glad she got in line behind her. From here, she had a great view of Lyra's ass.

Lyra was next. She stepped forward politely, said "Lyra Boudreaux," and then stepped aside.

Now it was Mel's turn, so she approached, nervously croaked, "Melanie Delgado," and hurried back to Lyra.

"Boudreaux?" Mel asked. "Are you French?"

"Cajun and Polynesian," Lyra answered, before asking, "Delgado? You don't look..."

"My mom's Spanish," Mel explained. "I don't look anything like her. I must've gotten the lion's share of my appearance from whoever got her pregnant."

"You don't know?" Lyra asked.

Mel shrugged. "She had breeding parties for me and my sisters."

"Hot," Lyra commented off hand. "But still, you're an adult. You should at least try to meet your other mom. Hell, if it was a breeding party, she's not even some worthless deadbeat who walked out. It's pretty standard practice for all participants to leave their information in case the kid wants to track them down."

"Huh," Mel intoned, thoughtful. "I guess I never thought about it."

"I hope I'm not overreaching," Lyra said, with her hands up. "I just think you should. My mom's old, from before the cataclysm. Her dad walked out on her and her mom when she was like seven and started a new family in another town. It messed her up. Hell, I think that's why she decided to make clones of herself and raise them on her own--as a way to prove to herself she could do a better job than her parents, while eliminating genetics as a variable."

Mel narrowed her eyes, tentatively pointing out, "Um, isn't you being born a futa a pretty big variable?"

Lyra rolled her eyes and told Mel, "Oh trust me, I know. The whole thing is nonsense, and having kids out of spite is fucked up on so many levels, but other than that, she's a great mom."

"Boudreaux!" Coach White scolded. "Don't make me give you a third strike."

Both of them looked respectfully at the coaches. Neither of them had even noticed when attendance was completed. What Mel was sure of, however, was that the coaches hadn't exchanged words even once, so it was impressive that their secret sign language was apparently able to relay names.

Coach Green was the one to speak this time. "The purpose of phys-ed at this school is to help you rowdy animals burn off both your energy and your libido. That's the purpose of this entire institution, but phys-ed most of all. If you do not leave this gymnasium dragging your feet from exhaustion, then the other coaches and I have not done our jobs. I can assure you--we are very good at our jobs."

Coach White continued the lecture as if she'd been the one speaking the whole time. "Tiring out futas in their sixties can be quite an ordeal, but exhausting morphescent little punks like you is damn-near impossible."

Now back to Coach Pink, "Lucky for you, we like impossible. This year we will push your bodies in way you've never dreamed of. You will fight tooth-and-nail in sexual combat sports. You will spend entire hours treading water in forty-foot-deep pools of near-freezing water with hundred-pound-weights tied to your balls. You will perform feats of acrobatics and gymnastics once reserved for freak shows and will do so while having the longest and most powerful orgasms of your pathetic lives."

"But today," Coach Green added. "We will keep things nice and simple. You ladies can do all the sucking, fucking, and jerking you want."

There were murmurs of celebration, but Coach White shut them up by saying, "But you must do it... up there." She pointed straight up. Thirty feet up, there was a widely spaced grid of metal monkey bars.

"I should warn you," Coach Pink said, "Those bars are well-lubricated, and tennis balls will fire at you at random intervals. If, or more likely, when you fall, try not to land on your heads. Morphescent futas are pretty hard to kill, but nothing it impossible. Assuming you survive without overly debilitating injuries, you are going to get the fuck back up there."

A hand went up, and prompting Coach Green to say, "If there are any major fractures, or you become unresponsive, you may go to the nurse's office. If it's just your basic bruises, sprains, and minor breakages, suck it up."

The coaches then gave the go-ahead to begin. There were some girls who eagerly hurried to the ropes, and others who nervously hung bang. Mel saw Dahlia run straight for one of the ropes and rapidly ascend it like some kind of demon. Ones at the top, she squatted at the intersection of two bars like a gargoyle and looked down with sadistic glee.

Mel winced up at that sight, slowly meandering towards a rope. She was utterly terrified by the prospect of doing this. The only thing keeping her moving was the potential that she could hook up with Lyra up there.

Coach Pink, while surveying the roomful of girls, looked to Mel and asked, "Delgado--you wouldn't be Luna Delgado's sister, would you?"

"Yeah," Mel told her, nodding.

"Wow, I never would have guessed," the coach said, which Mel was pretty used to. She continued, "You know, Luna is easily the most talented athlete to ever step foot in this gym."

This caught Mel by surprise. "Really?" she asked. She never knew Luna was any kind of athlete. Mel was coming to realize just how little she knew her sister at all.

"By a country mile," Coach Green asserted. "I wish I could convince her to join the wrestling team--hell, any team. I just don't get it. She breezes through any challenge I throw at her with a smile, but she has no interest in actually competing."

Mel shrugged and grinned. She guessed there was something she knew about Luna that others didn't. "It would cut into her masturbating time. Ever since the day her morph started, I've never once seen her not jacking off."

The coach scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. "Fucking twenty-somethings, I swear to god..."

"What about my sister?" Lyra asked.

Coach Pink looked at Lyra and without hesitation, said, "Your sister's a little shit, is what she is, and that's without even mentioning her little peeping habit."

Lyra took on a look of surprise and disbelief. "You...?"

"Of course I fucking know. She very loudly and unsubtly fists herself and tugs her balls while she does it. I know we're all fucking degenerates to one degree or the other, but come on, have some standards."

Lyra looked like a fish out of water, so Coach Pink continued, "I truly hope you make better choices. I'll give you this, you're already more..." Glancing at Mel, then back, she finished, "Social. I've caught her doing a lot of things in that locker room but never making out."

"Um... thank you?"

The coach nodded at her, then continued surveying the room. "My sister's a freak," Lyra said to herself, looking troubled. "Am I gonna be a freak? Is she just a window into what kind of freak I'll be, one year in the future?"

"I don't know," Mel said. "Right now, I'm more worried about what kind of freak you want to be in a few minutes up in the rafters."

That immediately shook Lyra out of her funk and put a goofy smile on her face. "Yeah?" she asked. "Should we... continue what we started?"

Mel grinned. "Oh, yeah." Then, her attention was drawn to a loud bang, as the first girl to fall belly-flopped onto the floor and moaned in pain. "... Depending on if we're able."

They were next in line for the nearest rope. "You first, Lyra instructed.

Mel shook her head, frozen in fear. "Uh-uh. You go first. I won't be able to psych myself into it unless I'm looking up at your ass."

Lyra giggled and agreed. She started climbing the rope with surprising ease. Just as she did, a succession of four girls in a row all loudly fell and cried out. Mel was even more petrified than before, but she just tried to focus on the feeling of Lyra's kiss and gave it a try.

Mel had never climbed a rope before. Her high school gym class was fairly mild, and she mostly tried to find excuses to sit out of it. She could only hope that the hormones flowing through her would be enough to make up for her complete lack of athletic ability. As it turned out, it did, and it didn't.

As she began climbing, she found that her arms and legs were much stronger than they'd ever been. Her hormones, however, did not teach her any technique. She awkwardly flailed around as she climbed, which made her afraid she would fall, which only made her flail even more.

"Melanie!" Lyra shouted. "Just focus on the butt."

Mel looked up, and saw Lyra's ass, and a calm washed over her. Never peeling her eyes away from it, she clung to the rope and gradually shimmied up it. It took a while, but thankfully Lyra slowed down to stay near her. At the top, Lyra carefully pulled herself up to sit on one of the bars. She extended a hand to Mel, and Mel too it.

Immediately, Mel slipped out of Lyra's lube-covered hand and plummeted back to the Earth. The fall was absolutely harrowing, but it was nothing compared to the landing. She impacted the rubber mat, flat on her back, getting the wind knocked right out of her and almost certainly cracking her ribs and her tailbone.

Mel was overwhelmed by pain, and emotionally crushed. Then, she saw something she couldn't believe. Lyra jumped off the bar, aiming her feet at the ground, then gracefully landed with her knees bent like a superhero.

Mel had never seen something so amazing. Who was this girl--this Super Woman? She'd only just met Lyra, and already she was purposely dropping from two-story heights for her, and somehow making it look easy.

As soon as Lyra landed, she was crouched over Mel, looking her over with concern. "Oh my god! Melanie! Are you okay? Talk to me! Oh god, please be okay."

Mel tried to answer but could only manage a weak wheeze. Lyra's eyes went wide, and brought her face close to Melanie's, saying "What's that? Oh please, please..."

With Lyra now within whispering distance, Mel managed to wheeze, "Ferris Bueller, you're my hero."

Lyra pulled back, looking at Mel with surprise and a big smile. "You like old movies?" She quickly dropped the smile and returned to being serious. "You scared me! Can you get up?"

"Move aside," Coach Green commanded, stepping over, wielding a handheld med scanner. She spent a minute waving the device over and then looked the screen over. She clicked her teeth and gave the diagnosis: "A few micro-fractures and some bruising, but nothing to be so dramatic about. If you want to get out of the assignment, get back up there and come back with a real injury."

Coach Green grabbed Mel by the hand and pulled her up. She was pretty sore, but after a few steps, the tingle of endorphins kicked in, and it wasn't so bad anymore. The pain faded just enough that her overwhelming horniness once again became her body's most pressing issue.

Mel took a few bow-legged steps towards the ropes, telling Lyra, "Screw this, I need your cock."

Lyra was overjoyed to hear this, so she gave Mel a celebratory slap on the ass. Of course, Mel reeled from the pain, whining "Hey!"

Lyra realized her mistake and apologized profusely. Mel accepted and got started on her second attempt at climbing. Of course, the mildly broken bones didn't make it any easier than the first time, but somehow, she was less scared with her first fall out of the way.

As Mel reached the top, she firmly grabbed the nearest bar. Just as she let go of the rope to put her other hand on the bar, she heard Lyra yell "Look out!" Before she knew what was happening, her hand was swept off the bar from an immense pressure, and she was falling all over again. Looking up as she fell, she saw Dahlia expertly crawling over the bars like some kind of insane primate. She hadn't stopped with knocking over Mel, either. Mel watched as Dahlia swung by her hands on a bar to kick Lyra off the rope with both feet.

Mel tried to land on her feet the way Lyra had, but her legs gave out and she ended up falling on her ass. That was nothing compared to the way Lyra landed, though. Dahlia's kick had stunned her and flung her down at an arc. In the end, she wound up bellyflopping, dick-first.

As for Dahlia, the instant she kicked Lyra, all three coaches blew their whistles. This signaled the cannons which had been randomly firing tennis balls to all focus on her, shooting some kind of heavier purple balls. With all that coming at her, she had no hope to stay up on the bars, and she came down hard.

All Mel was concerned with was Lyra. Fighting through the pain, she got up and sprinted over to her. Coach White was just behind her. As Mel dropped to her knees, begging for Lyra to be okay just as Lyra had for her, the coach rolled the injured girl onto her back.

What Mel saw made her feel like fainting, and even Coach White went pale and clammy. Lyra's duck was bent completely in half like a boomerang. Possibly as bad, was just bloody nose and the way her eyes fluttered open in an odd fashion, suggesting a possible head injury.

"Fuck me," Coach White exclaimed. "That's a broken dick."

"Is it... is she...?" Mel babbled.

"She's going to the nurse. You can take her. It's nothing permanent, but it's pretty urgent."

"No," Lyra objected, revealing a one of her front teeth was missing. "I want to go back up and fool around with Melanie." Her speech was slurred, and she whistled when she spoke.

Coach White's stern demeanor broke as she gave a surprised laugh. "Christ, you really are Pearl's sister," she cried out, through her laughs. "I'll give you this, though, as hard as she's tried, she's never broken her dick."

Lyra's eyes went wide with alarm and confusion, and she yelled, "I broke my dick?!"

Coach White stopped laughing all at once and worry returned to her face. "You've gotta get her to the nurse right away."

4

Dahlia's little stunt landed got her sent straight to detention, with a recommendation for extreme penalties. Somehow, knowing that didn't make Mel feel any better. Surely, that would only make the sadistic girl target her even harder.

Mel wished it was under better circumstances, but on the walk to the nurse's office, she found herself appreciating the alone time with Lyra. Lyra's disorientation wore off pretty quickly, which was a mixed blessing, because her clear head only served to sharpen the pain.

Soon enough, they had arrived. The blonde, exceptionally busty nurse was so stunning that her looks actually distracted the two girls, briefly making them forget why they came. Thankfully, she spotted Lyra's broken dick and proceeded without much explanation.

"Come, sit," she told Lyra, leading her to the cushioned bed. Before proceeding, she scanned her with a larger, more advanced scanner than what the coach had used. "Yeah, that's definitely broken. It would appear you also had some internal bleeding that's already stopped on its own, and you're mildly concussed."

The nurse retrieved a syringe from a rolling shelve. Before Lyra could react, she stuck her dick with the syringe, right where it was bent. "Sorry," she said, only after she'd injected her. "This will numb it and accelerate the healing, but it will still take several hours. Whatever you do, don't try to use your penis until at least five P. M. this evening."

The nurse went to the rolling shelf where she'd gotten the syringe and returned with a try of supplies. Without warning, she stuck a long metal rod into Lyra's urethra and then fed it all the way down until only the tip stuck out. Lyra cursed and winced the whole time.

"Sounding virgin, eh? Must be a freshman," the Nurse teased. "This is to keep your penis straight and your urethra open."

Next, she put a metal splint around Lyra's dick, like a larger version of what you might see for an injured finger. Next, she gave her two small plastic cups with pills, and a cup of water. First, there was a small yellow pill. "This will clear up your concussion. As for your tooth--that should grow back within a couple days."

Lyra took it and chased it with water. Next came a cup with two large pink pills. "These are libido suppressors. We save these for emergencies, because futas build a tolerance to them after just one dose. These won't work on you again for another two months, so don't go breaking your penis again for a while."

"Thank you," Lyra said weakly, seeming much less agitated, now that the pain was gone.

The nurse hardly acknowledged Lyra's words, instead turning to Mel and scanning her immediately. "Now for you..."

"I'm fine," Mel insisted. "I'm just here for her."

"Let me be the judge of that," the nurse said, focused on the screen. "Broken coccyx, broken Ischium, a lot of bruising... what happened with your testes? These injuries look less recent than the rest."

"Oh... nothing. Just a mean girl... she sort of tripped me and stepped on them."

The nurse shook her head in disapproval, while retrieving another cup of pills. "Is this the same girl who pushed you off the rafters in the gym?"

Mel was surprised the nurse had gotten such a detailed report. Trying to make light of it, she joked, "Wow, does the machine really tell you all that?"

Ignoring the remark, the nurse handed her the pills and said, "You be careful. Bullies like that don't stop until they're stopped--you hear me?"

"Um... is that your medical advice?" Mel asked, a little uncomfortable by the suggestion.

The nurse shrugged. "Your call. I can keep treating you over and over, or I can treat just just the once. the latter makes my job and your life a whole lot easier."

Mel held the pills in front of her face and hesitated. Before downing them, she pointed out, "She's a lot stronger than me."

"For now," the nurse reminded her. "Change comes pretty fast when it comes to futamorphosis, and physical strength is one of the first things to come. If you've got even one percent of your sister's genes, this girl doesn't know who she's messing with."

Mel cocked an eyebrow. "You know Luna?"

The nurse shook her head. "I've never had to meet her, but she's sent more than a few girls my way." Seeing the look of alarm on Mel's face, she elaborated, "Bullies and jerks. She doesn't give anyone trouble who isn't looking for it, but every year there's a few girls who want to prove they're tough by taking her on."

"Really? I've never seen her with so much as a bruise since she started here."

The nurse grinned. "You wouldn't. That girl's a machine."

To this, Lyra started immigrating the theme song to Terminator. The nurse gave her a funny look and said, "Old reference. That movie's older than me." She then straightened out and made for the door. "I'll give your two the room to rest up. Gym's a double period so you've got time to rest up, and I'll send you out in time to hit the showers. No funny business."

As she was about to leave, she turned back and said, "Okay, actually, I just told two morphescent futas with a room to themselves, 'no funny business', and I'm not an idiot, so let me reiterate-- no funny business relating to Ms. Bordeaux's penis."

Those terms were more than acceptable, so the girls assured her it was no problem. As the nurse left, Mel felt her pills kicking in, replacing her various pains with a pleasant warmth, localized to the parts of her that were injured. Unfortunately, the warmth in her balls only worsened her arousal.

Mel spotted Lyra staring at her dick, lipping her lips. "Ya know," Lyra began proposing. "I'm the one who can't get off. Doesn't seem fair to you to hold you to the same constraints."

Mel raised an eyebrow. Was Lyra pitching what Mel thought she was? Mel didn't know what to say, afraid that saying anything could ruin this chance. So, Lyra communicated without words. She beckoned Mel over to the bed and guided her to lie on her back. Lyra lied with her upper half leaning on top of Mel, keeping her lower half turned to the side to keep from putting weight on her splint.

Lyra kissed Mel, and then did it again, and then a few more times until she stopped pulling her lips away and their tongues began to intermingle. Eventually, Lyra broke away from the kiss, to Mel's dismay. When Lyra's lips came back down, now on Mel's neck, she suddenly didn't mind. Mel found her hands wandering, finding Lyra's tits and grabbing as much of them as they could hold.

Mel sadly lost her grasp on Lyra's tits as Lyra moved lower. She kissed and gently sucked one of Mel's nipples through the thin Vylon, then moved to the other to do the same. Just as she finished, she playfully bit it, drawing a sharp inhale of exhilaration from Mel.

Lyra kept moving lower, laying soft kisses down her trail until she landed on Mel's cock. She wasn't shy about it. First, she puckered her lips around the head, and then quickly engulfed its short length. Mel's mouth fell wide open and her eye twitched uncontrollably. She'd long-since written off the possibility of anyone giving positive attention to her small dick, at least not until after her growth spurt. If Lyra minded it at all, she gave no indication.

Lyra sucked and bobbed heartily. Before too long, it all got to be too much, and Mel was wracked with pleasure as her cock unloaded. Lyra kept sucking, drinking down the generous helping of cum. When no more would come out, she pulled back with a smack of her lips.

"Fuck, Melanie," Lyra praised. "Your cum is so fucking good. Think you've got another load in you?"

Mel nodded enthusiastically. Lyra took a small break to gently kiss and comfort Mel's balls before going right back for more. She'd managed to milk another three loads out before she'd had her fill and moved to lie next to Mel. It wouldn't be long now until it was time to head back to the locker room, but for now they had a silent moment together.

"Lyra?" Mel asked timidly.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry your dick got broken because of me."

"That's not on you, like at all," Lyra argued.

"It kind of is, though. I put you in Dahlia's sights."

Lyra shrugged, unbothered. "Eh. I've got a feeling if it wasn't you, she'd be fucking with someone, so it would only be a matter of time before I got in her face about it."

"Still," Mel insisted guiltily.

"Honestly, I'm glad she broke my dick. Now I'll be totally justified in breaking hers twice as bad, and that'll more than make up for it." Then after a thoughtful pause, she added, "I'm really glad I met you, Melanie. I'm having a great first day, thanks to you."

Mel looked at her, not quite buying it. "This is a good first day? Hanging out in the nurse's office with a broken dick, on libido suppressors?"

"Hanging out with a super cute girl, who gets my cheesy references."

Mel narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "I'm not that cute, though. Like are you setting me up for some kind of super mean prank?"

Lyra looked at her sympathetically. "You don't get to decide who I'm attracted to, bitch," she said with a laugh. "Meeting you... I don't know--you've got me excited. I knew going here would be this whole crazy fuck-fest, or whatever, but I didn't know I'd meet anyone who makes me feel so... light."

Mel was feeling hot and flustered. Light? What kind of thing was that to say? "What? Like you... like me."

Mel was completely astounded when Lyra blushed and looked away. "I... it's early to tell all that. I'm just saying that so far, you make me feel hopeful. I hope we can really good friends, and I hope I'll get to kiss you more--a lot more, and I hope to have a lot of really good sex with you."

Mel's brain was misfiring, and she found herself incapable of speech. As if sensing this malfunction, the nurse tapped the door and poked her head in. "Just about time for you girls to be heading back," she informed them.

The two headed out. With the ball in Mel's court, there was a long silence. Finally, about halfway there, she gathered the courage to say, "I hope that stuff, too."

"Fuck," Lyra said, worrying Mel. "Took you long enough! God, you really had me worried there."

Mel laughed awkwardly. "Sorry," she said. "I guess I was just... nervous. You're kind of... a lot hotter and cooler than me"

Lyra laughed through her nose, and disagreed, "I am not cool."

Mel rejected this idea completely. "Yeah, you are! That thing where you jumped from the ceiling and landed like a superhero was the coolest thing I've ever seen. Plus, you just have this... essence about you."

"Oh, I mean that's just because I'm pretty into rock-climbing, which is its own subcategory of dorky. As far as me having an essence? You're the first person to think so, but I'm not about to talk you out of being interested in me."

"Well, essence or no, don't pretend you're the dorky one. I mean, look at me, I'm..."

"A nerd?" Lyra guessed.

"Exactly! You're cooler by default."

"Melanie, you're like, a classical nerd. You're like when old movies used to have a hot girl who was a nerd just because she had glasses and wore her hair up. You have no idea how cool that is to me."

Mel shook her head, grinning. "Wow, you really like classic movies, huh?"

"I grew up on them. My mom has the largest private collection of preserved film reels in the state--in the country, she jumps back and forth between spots in the top ten. She converted our basement into a little movie theater. I sort of... spend a lot of time down there."

"Wow," Mel told her. "That's really cool. My mom's from before the cataclysm, but she was never much of a film-buff. My big sister used to be really interested in movies, though, and she got me into them."

"Used to?"

"Futamorphosis really just hit her like a ton of bricks. She honestly made me kind of scared of it, until my other sister started it and she's been... almost normal about it. Like she's still a gigantic perv, but at least she still has other interests."

"That's really sad," Lyra told her. "Maybe you should try to start watching movies with her again, now that you're in it, too. She'll still jerk it the whole time, but maybe she'll feel less awkward now that you'll probably be doing it, too."

Mel slowly batted her eyelashes at the disturbing mental image. "Not quite the thing I ever imagined we'd be doing together."

"But at least you'd be together."

Mel felt the idea merited deeper consideration later. For now, she and Lyra were nearing the locker room. It would still be a little while before the rest of the class was dismissed into there, so they'd have the showers to themselves.

Taking advantage of this fact, they found a nice spot in the big communal shower and took some time in the hot water. They lathered each other up, enjoying the feeling of one-another's soapy skin. Mel was irritated as she relented in getting her hair wet, but with dried cum in it, it was necessary. As the rest of the class started filtering in, they took that as the sign to rinse off and get dressed.

Oddly, there were cheers as some of the other girls spotted them. They shouted things like "Purple heart," "Hey, pole-vaulter," "Hey it's the leaning tower of Pisa."

Mel blushed, assuming these were all insults as Lyra's expense. Conversely, Lyra took it in stride. The grinned widely and graciously accepted the volley of high-fives and ass-slaps that came her way. Even Mel got a decent spillover of slap-based commendations.

When the two of them finally managed to shuffle out of the shower, they found Coach White keeping watch. "Glad you girls are okay," she told them. "Did the nurse take good care of you?"

"Yeah," Lyra answered. "I should be healed up by tonight."

"Good," she said. "Broken dicks tend to heal back stronger than before, and I've got a pretty grueling lesson planned for tomorrow."

Mel didn't love the sound of that, but she didn't comment on it. As the girls returned to their locker and started getting dressed, Lyra asked, "What's your next class?"

The answer entered Mel's mind, and she made a sudden connection that gave her hope. "Film," she answered with a smirk.

Lyra's eyes flashed with great joy. "No way! Miss Margaret's class?"

Mel confirmed, and Lyra practically danced in celebration. They would have another class together. After further comparison of their schedules, they realized their shared classes ended there, but having gym and film back-to-back together was a happy enough coincidence.