Zippy Zipperdale: Moderately Mad Scientist--The Second Experiment (non futa non porn)

Story by Hardcover

Okay, here we go, the second chapter of Zippy Zipperdale. I know the first one was pretty unpopular, but i'm kinda hoping my idotic writing might make some people smile. This one clocks in at a respectable (for me) 27 pages. Zippy ties to fit in at her new school and finds getting good grades to be a life of death deal. She meets her unknown boy again and her rivalry with Cristobel reached dangerous new levels. Please comment if you like this story, this series is a lot of work.

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ZIPPY ZIPPERDALE:

Moderately mad

Scientist--

The SECOND Experiment

By Hardcover

The warm water from the shower washed over Zippy Zipperdale’s head, flowing through her fiery red hair and trickling down over her body. She braced herself against the side of the shower with one arm, her bloodshot eyes closed. It was early morning, four days after she had first found herself mysteriously enrolled in this school. She was tired, drained of energy, and she could feel the beginnings of stress headache coming on. At least, the warm water felt good and relaxing, so she could be forgiven for taking a little longer in the shower this morning.

Things, had not been going so well for Zippy since her enrollment: She was easily smart enough for this place, but she lacked a great deal in experience. All the other top students, it seemed, had come from long lines of “unrestricted scientists” (Madam Petri’s euphemism for mad scientists), and had been around the dangerous and mind bending sort of science and invention that typified Petri’s all their lives. Zippy had not, and while she did well enough in her lessons, her experiments were all complete disasters. Most people would have told themselves that they couldn’t have expected to catch up in four days, but most people did have to worry about winding up the unwilling test subject for an insane school master.

To make matters worse, the teachers here weren’t cutting her any slack. The only one who seemed to be giving Zippy any sort of encouragement was Miss Piranha, who continually, if loudly and with excessive suffocating hugs, urged Zippy on. Out of all of them, Miss Piranha was easily the most approachable of the bunch, and as such had quickly become Zippy’s favorite teacher.

She had finally been allowed to contact her parents, who were dumbfounded at the situation and couldn’t offer any explanation. Their lawyer had looked into it, and told them that, indeed, the contract was binding. Not only did they have no proof that it had somehow been changed, but Coddswhollop Academy had now record of an admissions letter being sent our for Zippy, and no record at all of Zippy even applying to the school. And so, the mystery wrapped itself further in the proverbial enigma.

Her parents had softened a bit when they’d found out tuition was free (Zippy hadn’t told them how dangerous the school was, fearing they’d do something to get themselves in trouble).

For the most part, Zippy had spent whatever free time she had when she wasn’t doing homework or attending classes in the school’s massive library studying frantically, trying to find the edge she needed to compete with the other students. That edge, so far, had eluded her. She had also spent a lot of time down at Megan’s tank, finding that talking with the sixty foot smart megalodon was good for clearing her head, even though most of Megan’s advice was generally useless. For example: Megan’s advice for dealing with Cristobel had been for Zippy to bite off his flippers and let him sink. Still, it was fun to talk with Megan, which four days earlier would have seemed like the weirdest thing in the world to Zippy. Now it just seemed standard.

Zippy sighed heavily and reached over to shut off the water. She pushed back the shower door and got out. As she was reaching for a towel, the door popped open with a click and swung inward as the three foot tall land squid she’d met on her first day came scampering into the bathroom, speedily running up to her, incredibly fast on his small tentacles.

“Good morning, Zippy!” He announced, waving his tentacles in the air.

“Jetson!” Zippy cried, blushing, and quickly used her hands to hide some of her more personal anatomy from view.

Just as quickly, she chuckled and chided herself: Jetson may have been capable of speech, but he was still a Humboldt squid. Being naked in front of him wasn’t any differe

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