Riding atop his mighty steed as Rufus masterfully navigated the halls of the high school, Ron let his imagination wander, pretending that he was a brave adventurer exploring some uncharted wilderness. Honestly, considering his life, that would have probably been a lot safer. However, in the fantasy, Ron was big, or at least there were a lot more people his size. Kim would also be there at his size. In this fantasy, they were partners, instead of him being a mere sidekick.
Kim always insisted that they were equals, but the rest of the world saw things differently. Often, most people either didn’t notice him, or treated him as extra baggage. Kim always got flustered when people assumed that she treated Ron as most people treat minizoras, and was quick to deny it. However, this kind of dismissal frequently worked to Ron’s advantage. Most bad guys underestimated him and often forgot to account for him in their traps, leaving him free to sneak around and sabotage things from the sidelines, enabling Kim to break free and save the day. Minizoras were pretty well-built on average. In addition to being super durable and having exceptional endurance, Ron had trained in parkour to ensure that he could always keep up with Kim if he ever fell off. However, despite all that, Ron was still hopelessly clumsy and cursed with the worst luck. Case in point, a foot stomped down in front of Rufus, blocking their path.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Stoppable.”
“Hey, Bonnie,” Ron greeted in exasperation. Bonnie was the top cheerleader in school, unless you counted Kim, which she never did. She strutted the halls like she was top dog, often with a gaggle of followers on her heels to carry her books and do other things that made her feel like a queen. She and Kim had been rivals for years, on the grounds that Kim’s natural athleticism and brains led her to excel in pretty much everything, which left many people jealous. Since Kim had literally faced off against death lasers and mutant killer fluff balls, she was effectively immune to standard high school mean girl tactics. However, there was one avenue that Bonnie always loved to use to get at Kim.
“What kind of tone is that?” Bonnie huffed and quickly grabbed the tiny boy by the scruff of his shirt. Rufus squeaked in anger as his buddy was lifted high into the air, but Ron motioned him to back down, already having a good idea how this would play out. Holding him at eye-level, Bonnie said in accusation, “I get the feeling that you’ve been avoiding me.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Bonnie, you know that’s not true. It’s just that, ya know, between saving the world and our schedules not really synching up, there’s not a lot of time to hang out.” He smiled apologetically. Truthfully, he didn’t hate hanging out with Bonnie, or any of the cheerleaders, even if their encounters almost always ended the same way. He liked being helpful and, most of the time, they were pretty nice. With Bonnie, he liked to think that he gave her a stress outlet so that she wouldn’t be so mean to Kim. Then he checked the clock. “Uh, it’s almost time for class. Do you think we can call a rain check?”
“You wish,” Bonnie snorted and tightly wrapped her fingers around the tiny boy. After checking to make sure that no one had noticed, she hurriedly dashed into a nearby janitor’s closet and regarded her prize with a broad, nefarious grin. “You’ve got next period with Kim, right? Well, let’s see how she likes it when her boy-toy is nowhere to be found.” She craned her body around so that Ron could see her open the back of her pants, showing off her white panties.
“Bonnie, no. This isn’t cool,” Ron argued. “I don’t mind us having a quickie, but why do you have to make everything about hurting Kim? Can’t we just, ya know, enjoy the moment?”
Bonnie chuckled. “That’s exactly what I’m doing, shrimp. You’re going to spend the rest of the day under my ass. I’m going to squish you, grind you to a pulp, and finally put you in your place. I’ll show you that you’re nothing but a sex toy, and by the time I’m done, you’ll worship me as the goddess I am. Best of all, by the time Kim gets you back, she’ll smell my ass all over you, and maybe she’ll learn that she’s not such a hotshot either.”
Ron pursed his lips. He’d always know that Bonnie had an ego, but she must really have a high opinion of herself if she thought that all it’d take to break him was a day under her ass. Ron had lost track of all the times girls had ‘accidentally’ sat on him. His mom was easily first, and even Kim was either third or fourth place. The diminutive sidekick had even gone ‘under cover’ with supermodels for a few missions. Suffice to say that while Bonnie had a nice figure, Ron had seen better, and been treated much harsher.
Besides Bonnie’s arrogance, Ron was especially bothered by the prospect of Kim worrying. Kim played it cool most of the time, but he knew that she tied herself in knots when he wasn’t in her direct line of sight. She knew what people did with him when she wasn’t around, and he’d tried to insist that it was okay, and while she tolerated his peculiar lifestyle, she still hated it. In fact… “Ya know, if Kim finds out that you’re just doing this to get at her, she’s gonna kick your ass.”
Bonnie’s grin morphed into a scowl. “I’m not afraid of her.”
“You should be. We’re talking about a girl who fights bad guys and saves the world as basically a hobby. If she finds out that this isn’t just a booty call, well, let’s just say that there’s a lot of rich people with the means to make people disappear, and who owe her some pretty big favors.” Ron hated using his friend’s status like this, but rationalized that he was being honest for Bonnie’s own safety. He doubted that Kim would ever go that far, but an ass-kicking was definitely in the cards if Bonnie went through with her plan.
Alas, the wannabe bully was not persuaded. “You’ve got a big mouth, shrimp, but mine’s bigger.” Bonnie’s fingers stripped Ron with the skill honed from years of practice. She haphazardly discarded his clothes to the floor before tossing him into her open mouth. Bonnie moaned her delight as she tossed the naked boy’s body around. For all her bravado of hating him and Kim, Bonnie really did like Ron… as a plaything. His taste was divine, and she loved the texture of his body against her tongue. He was already hard, and she took particular delight in teasing him, all while she listened to his feeble cries of protest. The whole experience made the cheerleader feel drunk on power as she dominated the puny boy. To her, he was such a deviant for enjoying how others played with him. All tiny people were like that, so she was justified in putting him in his place. However, she didn’t let him climax.
Once Bonnie had gotten Ron sufficiently lubed up, she spat him into her palm and studied the way his naked body glistened. Without another word, she brought him around back and slipped him into her panties and between her butt cheeks. Bonnie bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning as she felt the tiny boy wiggle helplessly between her cheeks. She clenched and ground her cheeks together to rile him up, and to give a taste of what was in store for him. Once he was secure, Bonnie released her clothes and tried to steady her breathing. Just having him wiggle between her sensitive cheeks was enough to get her wet, so she had to calm down. This needed to last the full day for her plan to work, so she gave her ass a spank to warn its occupant. “Behave, or I’ll do something even worse.”
What happens next?
1 Rufus went to fetch Kim, who is not happy
2 Rather than behave, Ron turns up the wiggling to arouse Bonnie into giving herself away
3 Ron being prone to happy accidents works in his favor and lets him escape
4 Someone is looking for Ron and kidnaps Bonnie as a bonus
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