Featherweight Stories

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Muh Swag
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>Be Featherweight
>Wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy.
>Get out of the shower and start styling my hair
>Bowl cuts are sexy
>Shave what peach fuzz I have
>"Accidentally" cut myself in the process. (Ladies love guys who can toughen up through the pain)
>Make poses in my mirror
>Oh yeah, some lucky lady's gonna get the D today.
>Mom drops me off at school, and I make my way to my first class, math class
"The answer is obviously negative B plus or minus the square root of B squared minus 4AC divided by 2A."
>"How do you know that?" one of my admirers asks
"Maybe I can help you out some time. In fact, you should come to math club with me some time!"
>"I think I'll pass. Thanks for the offer, though."
"No sweat. Not like it's my grade or anything."
>So much swag
>In between class periods, scoping out who obviously want anal
>Then I see Pinkie walking to class
>Don't say anything yet. I'll see her today at yearbook club.
>Prepping myself all day for what I'll say
>Maybe, "Nice boobs, sugar lips," or "Why don't you and I make like licorice and get tangled and sticky."
>Go to yearbook club, sitting in the seat closest to the door just so I make sure when she comes in
>As she walks in, my heart stops, almost as if there's a light shining across her perfect blue eyes
"H-hey, Pinkie!"
>"Hey, Featherweight! What's up? Any new photos for the yearbook?"
>Suddenly the urge goes from wanting to bang her to being intimidated by how perfect she is
>"Uhhh, Featherweight?"
>Crap. You're losing her. Turn your swag back on, faggot!
"Do you like dick? Cause I have... Richard's picture right here."
>"Oh! You totally read my mind! I was thinking he'd be perfect for a page I was working on! Thanks!"
>What happened?
>Usually I can bring in all kindsa pussy.
>Maybe I'll just send her a picture of my cock tonight
>But first I've got homework

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Arithmetic? More like arithmuhdick!
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>Be Featherweight
>It's Wednesday, so no photography club
>Nothing wrong with math club, it's just that there are zero ladies there (unless you count Twist)
>You decide to sneak out early
>You've got a big math competition coming up soon, but it's not like you're going to lose anyway
>Why study arithmetic when your need to satisfy your arithMUHDICK!
>You make your way over to cheer leading practice
>Just because you don't have photography club today doesn't mean you can't take a few school-spirited pictures in the meantime
>Girls love getting their face all over the yearbook anyway
>You get to practice just as they start their stretches
>You take a few pictures, scoping out which of them you want to introduce yourself to first
>Mmmmm you know they all love photographers
>Pretty soon, you're gonna be swimming in dank pussy
>"Featherweight!"
>You quickly turn your head to see the cheer coach
"Y-yes, ma'am?"
>"We're in the middle of practice here!"
"Just taking pictures for the yearbook!"
>"Wait, were you seriously just taking pictures of me?" one cheer leader asks
>"Oh my gosh! I look horrible! I'm covered in sweat!"
>"Couldn't you take a picture of us during a game?"
>"You'd better not put this in the yearbook!"
"Don't worry, ladies. I'm a pro at photoshop."
>"Featherweight!" the coach exclaims. "Get outta here! Now!"
"Alright! Alright! Yeesh."
>As soon as you walk away, though, Brad walks by, grabs the camera off of your neck and rushes away
>"Sorry. I need to borrow this."
"What are you--"
>Suddenly, you see him look both ways and sneak into the girls' locker room
>You snicker silently and walk back to math club
>Maybe no poontang yet, but at least you get the next best thing
>I mean, he'll totally give it back, right?
>R-right?