This scenario came to me in a dream, so I wrote it out and proompted an image to go along with it.

Lolidom, beheading, possession, g9/b9, excessive cum, noncon

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Ivy sat in her usual spot near the front of the school bus, forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window as she watched snow-sprinkled suburbs roll by outside.

Robin was looking at her. She saw him in the reflection of the window. Short for a 4th grader, the boy had an almost girlishly cute face and a shy disposition. Someone had made an attempt to comb his mop of straight brown hair, though it was still getting in his eyes.

"He has no right to look at you like that," said a low, distorted voice in Ivy's mind.

That was Friend. He lived in her head.

"What should we do about it?" Ivy asked under her breath, lifting her head off the window and inspecting her own reflection.

Long chestnut brown hair framed a catlike face with bright blue eyes and a button nose. The set of her eyebrows gave her a bad case of resting brat face, but otherwise she reckoned she was quite pretty as 9-year-olds went.

"Kill him," Friend responded at length. "Rape him, then kill him."

Ivy shot a furtive glance over her shoulder, catching Robin's eyes with her own for a split second. The boy looked away quickly, cheeks red.

"Why should I do that?" Ivy asked, genuinely curious.

"It would be funny," Friend said.

Ivy nodded. It would indeed be funny. She decided she would kill Robin today.

—

Ms. Bennet's classroom was quiet. Ivy knew she should be focusing on the geography quiz that sat on her desk, but she was too keyed up to concentrate.

Things she would normally ignore filled her senses as if experiencing them for the first time. The air smelled stale with a hint of crayons. The walls were covered in a riot of colorful posters and class projects. The whiteboard held a thousand smudged ghosts of erased words and numbers. The scratching of oversharpened pencils on paper blended with the subtle creaks of students fidgeting in their chairs.

Ivy shook her head and looked back down at her quiz. Denmark . . . that was the one that looked like a chicken nugget, right? Or was that Norway?

Before she could guess wrong, a whispered conversation caught her attention. She glanced to her right. Ms. Bennet was bent over next to Robin's desk. A few words she couldn't hear were exchanged, the teacher nodded, then the boy got up and left the classroom.

"This is your chance," Friend's inhuman voice was deep and flat, but held a note of mirth, or perhaps mockery. Ivy couldn't tell the difference.

The girl nodded and looked back to the quiz. She pretended to work on it for a minute or two, then straightened and raised her hand.

Ms. Bennet finished helping another student, then strolled over and bent down to Ivy's level.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Ivy whispered.

"Can you hold it till Robin get's back?" The teacher looked skeptical.

Ivy cast her eyes down and shook her head.

"Fine, go quick," Ms. Bennet stood and returned to pacing between the desks.

Ivy's little heart raced as she scooched her chair back and made for the door. She got about halfway to the bathrooms before pausing with a frown.

"Friend, you there?" She asked quietly.

"Yes. What is it?"

"How am I gonna kill Robin?"

There was a brief pause as Friend seemed to consider the question.

"In whatever manner you see fit, Ivy. I will make it possible."

Ivy nodded sagely. Friend was an angel - or something like that at least. He had super powers. It stood to reason that he could bring her imagination to life.

With renewed confidence, the little girl marched straight up to the boy's bathroom and entered without a second thought.

She practically ran right into Robin, who had just finished washing his hands. The boy flinched and reflexively started to apologize, then he noticed who it was he'd just run into.

"Um, you shouldn't be…" Robin trailed off, eyes darting to his shoes as he shifted his weight uncomfortably.

Ivy bit her lip and stepped closer, idly tucking her hair behind one ear. Thoughts that weren't entirely her own flooded through her head, and then the rape began.

Without warning, Ivy closed the remaining distance and grabbed Robin with both hands, tangling her short fingers in his hair and squeezing his chest against her own.

She felt the sudden spike in his heartbeat as her lips closed around his mouth. She wrestled his tongue into submission and ground her flat chest against his, underage nipples stiffening with unnatural arousal.

Breaking the aggressive kiss, she pulled back and looked at her prey. Robin's lips were parted, his eyes staring in an amusing expression of flustered confusion.

Both children were breathing heavily as Ivy pushed forward again, ramming the boy up against the tiled bathroom wall and grinding her hips against his crotch. He let out a pathetic whimpering sound, but she could feel a huge fleshy bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. The boy was hard as a rock whether he liked it or not.

Ivy clumsily pawed at Robin's erection with one hand before closing her fingers around the meaty shaft. The boy stiffened and went silent, hips gently rocking against his crush's hand.

With a sadistic grin, the little girl let go of Robin's privates, hooked her fingers into his belt loops, and pulled hard.

The little boy's pants and underwear slid straight down, catching briefly on his obscenely bulging erection before snapping down the rest of the way to bunch up around his ankles. His cock bounced violently, the swollen flesh already red with irritation from Ivy's rough treatment.

Robin's mouth hung open as he panted with unwanted sexual arousal. If his eyes weren't squeezed shut, he'd have seen Ivy standing in front of him, staring down with a mixture of lust and surprise at her victim's exposed genitals.

The boy was huge for his age, it looked like someone had accidentally glued an adult cock onto a child's body. Mor than six inches of upturned boymeat bobbed up and down as he panted.

Ivy kept Robin pinned to the wall with one hand as the other slid down his chest to roughly grab his hotly throbbing dick, causing the little boy to jump and let out a cute little groan. His eyes shot open to stare down at what was being done to his private parts. His crush leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"You moan like a girl," she said through a smirk. The boy blushed even harder and started to stammer a reply, but it turned into another moan as Ivy began to mercilessly pump his cock.

Despite his token resistance, the boy's glans was leaking profusely, and within seconds Ivy's hand was coated in a thick layer of translucent goo. Some distant part of her mind was disgusted by this, but it did have the upside of making it much easier to jerk the boy off.

Before long Robin began to squirm and buck his hips, both hands clapping over his mouth to stifle his increasingly lewd voice. Ivy pumped her hand faster and faster, eyes locked to Robin's face. He was still staring stupidly at his dick, as if unable to believe what was happening to it.

Ivy, or more likely Friend, sensed that the boy was close to orgasm. As suddenly as she'd started, the girl let go of his penis and stepped back.

Robin's hands shot down toward his crotch, instinctively desperate to finish himself off, but Ivy leaned forward and caught his wrists, pinning them to the wall above his head. He struggled uselessly for a few moments before letting out a frustrated whine and pumping his hips toward Ivy's body.

"Please," he begged through clenched teeth, "Let me go! I gotta… I gotta pee!" He was humping the air so hard that his bare butt was smacking against the tiled wall behind him, but Ivy's body was just barely too far for his dick to reach.

Finally Robin looked up and met his crush's eyes. Ivy stifled a laugh at how pathetic he looked, then abruptly moved back in, crushing his furiously twitching penis between their bellies and locking him in another kiss.

Ivy felt the boy's entire body go rigid. His cock was viced upright between their soft undeveloped bodies. A few seconds of one-sided heavy kissing and grinding passed, then Robin abruptly started to cum.


His heavy balls tightened as thick boy cum came spurting out, saturating both of their shirts and flooding out from between their pressed bodies. The boy's hips were flexing like crazy, cramming his dick into his crush's soft belly over and over again as he ejaculated like a horse.

The boy would've been moaning wildly had his mouth not been occupied. Eventually his muffled grunts died down and the cum stopped flowing. Sensing it was over, Ivy broke their kiss and stepped back.

For a moment the two youngsters' shirts stuck together before parting with an audible squelch. Ropey sheets of sagging boy slime connected the two children. It looked like gallons of snot, or maybe several bottles worth of Elmer's glue.

Either way, it was disgusting. Looking at her victim with a mixture of contempt and lust, Ivy idly wondered if all boys were this gross.

Robin was a mess. A hot, blushing, cum-drenched mess. Propped up against the bathroom wall, his bare legs bowed as globs of his own cum rolled down his front and drooled onto the floor. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were unfocused.

He was clearly spent, but Ivy wasn't anywhere near done.

Acting on something more than just instinct, she grabbed Robin by the wrist and led him into one of the bathroom stalls.

"What're you doing?" The boy asked between breaths as he shuffled after her.

"We're gonna have sex," Ivy said matter-of-factly, latching the stall door and unbuttoning her jeans. He probably didn't know what that meant, and to be fair she wasn't entirely sure either, but it was probably similar to what they'd just done. Friend would help her do it right.

Either way, this time she would kill him before he could cover her in slime again.

—

Ivy's heart raced. She was laying across the toilet - completely naked save for her orange hoodie, which was the only thing keeping her bare skin from touching the off-white porcelain lid. She would've been grossed out by that fact, but was preoccupied with Robin.

The boy was in front of her, penis standing at attention and clearly ready for round two. His shaft was rubbing against Ivy's slit, causing shivers of anticipation to run up and down her spine.

"C'mon," Ivy gasped, "Stick it in already!"

Robin gritted his teeth and eagerly obliged, cramming his entire length into the little girl's pussy with a pair of shaky thrusts.

Ivy just about screamed from the sensation, but managed to get her hands over her mouth in time. It was a good thing she did too, because her little lover immediately started thrusting in and out, apparently familiar with how sex worked after all. Maybe he wasn't quite as innocent as he seemed.

Legs spread and hiked up to her chest like a Thanksgiving turkey, Ivy felt every inch of Robin's cock. Each thrust forced a little squeak out of the girl, her whole body rocking as it absorbed the shock of the boy's feverish lovemaking.

"Ah, Ivy! I… I really like you!" Robin confessed, though his eyes were locked on his own dick again. That was beginning to annoy Ivy, he should be looking at her if he really meant it.

She started to tell him as much, but at that moment the boy seemed to cross a threshold. He shifted his grip on Ivy's hips as his frantic thrusts sped up, his teeth locked together in an orgasmic grimace.

Ivy's sentence came out as a wordless mewl, broken up by the staccato rhythm of Robin's hips. A sensation like hot pressurized chills built up around her swollen pussy, spreading out and ramping up as both children hit their limit.

In a flash of panic, Ivy recognized what was about to happen. Her eyes narrowed even as her first orgasm rolled through her body and sent it into spasms. This wasn't the time to get distracted, she had to keep this stupid little boy from soiling her insides with his nasty white stuff!

Ivy's mouth fell open as Robin's eyes rolled up and his mouth slackened. He was doing it again! Acting on pure adrenaline, Ivy wrestled enough control back into her body to swing her arm at him.

Time seemed to slow as Friend took control. Ivy watched with fascinated horror as her own arm distorted, skin stretching aside as stark white bone boiled up into a new shape - the shape of a blade.

Carried by the momentum of her swing, the freakish biological machete that had once been Ivy's arm scythed through Robin's thin neck just as he reached climax.

As quickly as the ghastly mutation had occurred, it reverted, skin and bone writhing back into it's proper shape as time resumed it's normal flow.

Robin's severed head bounced off the stall wall and landed with a hollow thump, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Ivy continued to be jolted as she stared blanky at her now headless lover - his body was still humping her, obviously confused but still incredibly horny despite the torrent of bright red blood gouting from his neck stump. She felt his cock throb one last time, and then the decapitated boy started to cum.

Ivy frantically squirmed in an attempt to get free, but Robin's headless body was leaning on her as it mindlessly buried itself in her snatch. She bucked her hips as she felt a hot rope of cum spurt directly into her little womb, desperate to get free of this stupid boy's deathgasm.

With a painful twist she managed to yank her pussy free of Robin's still-erect cock, but he was still humping like a rabbit in heat, blood fountaining from severed arteries almost as hard as the cum pumping out of his swollen dick.

Ivy tried one last time to break free, but it was no use. She slumped back against the toilet, exhausted and defeated. Robin's body continued humping her, his dick clumsily flopping against her bare tummy as is disgourged it's disgusting white payload. Rope after rope of oozing boy seed splurted out, glazing Ivy like a donut.

Furious, the little girl glanced at Robin's still blinking head.

"You're really stupid, you know that? Look at what your stupid dumb idiot body is doing! Stupid boy! Stupid body! Stupid stupid stupid!" Ivy scolded, her words broken up by the rough pounding Robin's headless body was giving her.

She glanced back up and fixed Robin's corpse with a petulant glare. The boy's shoulders were locked in twitching shrug, forced upward by the pressure he was exerting on Ivy's hips. His gory stump slopped back and forth as his hips gyrated, a bloody strip of flesh flopped to one side - the cut hadn't been particlarly clean.

Ivy shuddered as she felt Robin's heavy balls slapping against her ravaged pussy. His nuts were spasming too, which probably accounted for the absolute torrent of child cum she was currently experiencing - although the spurts from his dick were getting weaker, and his body seemed to be losing it's rhythm.

Two thrusts, pause. One thrust, long pause. Five humps, shudder, one thrust, pause. Ivy had enough. The dead boy was weakening now, so she planted both her feet against his chest and kicked out, sending the idiot boy stumbling into the stall door. His hips gave two more weak pumps, then the beheaded kid finally collapsed.

Ivy reluctantly looked down at herself. She was drenched in cum from her flat chest all the way down to her puffy crotch. It was in her hair, on her face, and soaking into her hoodie. There were globs of the stuff on the floor mingling with spreading pools of fresh blood, even the walls had a couple ropes of spunk oozing down them.

Despite herself, Ivy found herself smiling. It actually was pretty funny, now that she thought about it. As usual, Friend had been right. The little girl sat up, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, then unlatched the stall door and stepped over Robin's crumpled corpse.

She wandered over to the sink and started wiping herself down. She was almost done when she heard a gasp from the doorway.

Wincing, Ivy looked over her shoulder. Ana - one of Ivy's classmates - stood in the door, gaping. The prissy little blonde pointed an accusing finger.

"I'm telling!" She shouted, then turned and scampered off in the direction of the classroom.

"We gotta deal with her," Ivy said, moving for the door.

"Agreed," said Friend.