Sex-Ed: Crimson Reborn XIV

Lucy leaned back on the desk as Oliver’s forked tongue lapped at her slit. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking him like a pet as he desperately tried to please her. One room over, the remaining students diligently cleaned up their own cum and other fluids while being overseen by Alice. The students moved about with the functionary level of zombies. Lucy could feel their confusion and angst growing by the second.

“What do we lose when we give in?” she mused, looking at Humphrey who stood by the door with his hand in his pants. “Something goes away, I’m sure of it. I take it, after all, but I don’t know where it goes or what I do with it. Does it make me stronger? I think so, but how? Am I more alluring today than when I first turned my husband into little more than a cum factory? Can I break the will of someone more easily?” She yanked Oliver’s mouth off her pussy, “Well?”

“I don’t know, mistress,” he hissed. “You taste so fucking good.” He whimpered, and she released his hair, letting him return to licking. It did feel nice, after all.

“What about you? Any higher philosophical reasoning left in that pig head of yours?”

Humphrey snorted. “No, weren’t much in the first place.”

“Get Malcolm.”

Her minion obeyed, stepping out into the hall. Malcolm crawled into the room, propelled by a swift kick in the ass, which he seemed to enjoy. Unlike the others, Malcolm joined Lucy, but retained his self in order to bring more to the fold. “Is it over, mistress? Have you claimed them?”

“Not yet,” Lucy answered. “We’ve been having a little fun. They’re all ripe for picking. I wanted to ask you, what’s it like still having your soul?”

“It hurts,” he said, almost gleefully.

“Sure, but a hot poker up your ass would hurt. My teeth in your throat would hurt. How does having a soul hurt? You’ve had one your whole life, I assume. The crop of fresh recruits in the next room still have theirs, but they’re not in spiritual pain. How can it separate from the self? How can I not have one and yet also be the entity which chose not to have one? The same applies to all my creatures. Are they all soulless?”

Malcolm’s face trembled as he searched for an answer. He couldn’t find one, instead, letting his forehead drop to the cold tile.

Lucy clicked her tongue and tapped Oliver on the head, making him withdraw. “You’re all no help.” She hopped to her feet, luscious body jiggling slightly as she moved. On her way to the door, she noticed a chart on the wall which showed the length of a swimming pool in imperial and metric. “Maybe it’s like a stew. No, ew. Stew sounds gross. A pool. It’s a hot day, and I’m trying to coerce people into getting in the pool and having fun. Some want to stay dry or lounge in the sun, but once they’re in the pool, they love it. So souls are hesitant swimmers. Doesn’t that make sense?”

The demon and the pig looked at each other. They shrugged.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I’ll send Alice back over. Try not to make too much noise with her.”

Nicole felt sure her entire class being naked wasn’t normal. Nor was it normal for them all to have masturbated together. They’d spent the past few minutes wiping up cum and cleaning off seats. Everyone went through the motions, their blurred eyes lingering on their classmates’ nudity from time to time. She couldn’t tell if the others worried about why they did any of it. For that matter, she couldn’t tell if she was worried.

Everything came in two flavors — numb or horny. Eating one of the cupcakes while she waited — numb. Watching Katherine absently rub her own nipples — horny. Nicole couldn’t tell which one she preferred. The idea of bending over while Dylan or Bryson mounted her made her get wet again, but the milk and treats had their own special appeal. She thought she could eat the entire platter ten times over.

All the students took their seats as Lucy returned. Her teardrop breasts swayed with each step as she moved behind the desk. It’s not normal to have a naked teacher. It’s not normal for all of us to be naked either. Private parts are supposed to be private. I shouldn’t see BreeAnn’s pussy or Mason’s giant dick. Right?

Lucy clapped her hands, “Let’s talk about sex. We’ve covered masturbation, and you all got an ‘A’. The mechanics of sex are essentially the same, but with a partner. Who here has had sex?”

Bryson, Katherine, Claire, and Blake raised their hands. The other four didn’t. Nicole hung her head, not wanting to look at Mason. They’d swapped several crass stories. Deep down, she supposed they both knew the other was lying, but to have themselves called out felt even worse.

“And the rest of you are virgins, or mostly virgins, anyway. I prefer that,” Lucy said. “Helps to begin with a clean slate. We’ve familiarized ourselves with the erogenous zones and basic functions. Dylan and BreeAnn as you’re our best students, lets have you demonstrate.”

Nicole watched the color drain out of BreeAnn’s face. The nerd led the charge on the group masturbation, but the idea of having her crush rail her in front of the class apparently put her off. Dylan, though, eagerly hopped up. The young men all sported stiff erections, as out of place as it all seemed.

Lucy gestured for the two volunteers to come to the front of the class. She patted the desk, and BreeAnn hopped up. “Now, the first and most classic position is the missionary. The woman or man lies on their back with legs spread. In the case of a male, male relationship or anal intercourse in general, a pillow is usually necessary to elevate the asshole for penetration, but a pillow often helps vaginal intercourse in the missionary position as well.”

Nicole watched their bizarre, naked, and glorious teacher reach under the desk and withdraw a pillow which Nicole knew for certain had not been there before. She didn’t know if Lucy was a witch or a demon or a goddess, but she was at least relieved to hold on to the idea of something being off.

Meanwhile, the madness in front of her continued. With the pillow in place, BreeAnn, sweet and innocent and virginal, crawled onto the desk with her side facing the class. Lucy positioned the pillow under BreeAnn’s lower back, raising the young woman’s pussy up to the appropriate height for Dylan. The young man waited to the side, stroking his black cock as he stared at the object of his masturbatory fantasies.

“With BreeAnn’s legs spread and the angle appropriate, deep penetration is possible while still giving her room to put pressure on her clit. A general tip, always be certain your partner is wet or lubricated enough before attempting penetration. As you can see, neither of our volunteers need any assistance on that matter. BreeAnn’s pussy is sopping wet while Dylan’s fat cock is dripping precum.”

The whole class, including Nicole, murmured with sounds of arousal. We’re about to watch them fuck. I’m going to see Dylan’s dick slide inside BreeAnn’s pussy. I sat behind her in Algebra for fuck’s sake.

“Normally, the top partner would lean over the other and let nature take its course. Since we’re doing a demonstration, I’ll help things along.” Lucy smirked as her hand wrapped around Dylan’s shaft. Instantly, his stomach buckled as he came from her touch, spurting hot cum onto the outer lips of BreeAnn’s pussy, triggering her orgasm as well. Lucy smiled, “It’s not unusual to have an early orgasm during your first time having sex. The opposite is also true, sometimes it can take an unusual length of time. Fortunately, being the young man he is, I think Dylan will have a quick recovery.”

As she spoke, the slightly softened cock stood back out, firm and erect. Dylan groaned as a shudder of energy ran through him. Nicole though she saw his ball sack actually swell, as though refilling with enough cum to bathe every girl in the room. No, guys can’t go again that fast right in a row. This is all wrong. I should get out. I should pick myself up and make a break for the door before something happens to me.

“The penis is inserted into either the vagina or the anus,” Lucy continued. “While not necessarily a direct stimulation of the pleasure centers, it is certainly a wonderful experience. Isn’t that right, BreeAnn, aren’t you feeling Dylan’s dick spread your pussy walls? Right in front of the whole class, too. Tell us, go on.”

The mousy girl’s legs quivered as Lucy guided Dylan’s dick into her. “Mmmngh, fuck yes. I played with my pussy all the time thinking of this dick inside of me. It’s spreading my virgin pussy wide open. God, Dylan, you’re so fucking big.”

Lucy gave Dylan a smack on the ass. “The partner on top will do most of the thrusting, driving his cock as deep as possible while trying to maintain friction with the clitoris. For either clitoral stimulation or prostate stimulation, much of this will come down to angle and the bottom partner’s positioning of their pelvis. There, Dylan lean forward, give BreeAnn your upper pubic area to grind against. Good.”

The rest of the class watched as their friends fucked for a demonstration. The other guys moved their hands to their dicks. Mason and Bryson openly masturbated, but Blake seemed to be making an effort to refrain. Similarly, Claire and Katherine sat with their legs spread and their hands moving in the same rhythm as Dylan. Nicole, though it took all her willpower, kept her grip on her desk. Once or twice, a hand drifted to one of her breasts, but after a quick squeeze, she regained control.

“Normally, sex is not so sterile a demonstration. Penetration, though very important, is largely pointless without other stimulation. Touching and kissing are important parts. Dylan, why not try sucking on BreeAnn’s nipples. BreeAnn, men love it when your legs wrap around them and your hands claw at their back, pulling them to you.”

The students obeyed their instructor. Dylan eagerly lunged forward over BreeAnn, their mouths pressing together in a passionate kiss before he explored down her neck. She squealed and stroked his head when he slurped her nipple into his mouth. All the while, he kept his pace, thrusting into her tight pussy as it squeezed around his thick length. “Eventually, the physical and mental stimulation reaches a peak,” Lucy said. “And ejaculation occurs.”

Dylan grunted, shoving himself into BreeAnn fully. His muscled ass clenched as his balls emptied into her virgin canal. BreeAnn wiggled on the desktop, helped along by Lucy pinching one of her nipples. From her angle, Nicole could see the cream squishing out from around Dylan’s dick. A strong compulsion to lick it up threatened to take her over, but she remained firm.

“Excellent,” Lucy said. “For our next position, we’ll use some more experienced partners. Bryson and Claire, come on up here.”

Nicole smirked, looking at Katherine’s jealous face. The two new volunteers moved up to the front of the room, awkwardly passing Dylan and BreeAnn, the latter with quite a bit of cum running down her thighs. Despite cumming three times in under an hour, Dylan’s cock remained mostly erect. Nicole felt a pleasant twinge watching it waggle from side to side as he walked back to his desk. She noticed Mason eyeing it, too.

“Though in some ways more natural, our next position is looked at a little more crassly by society. Doggy style.” The look of devilish delight in Lucy’s eyes made the whole room shiver with anticipation. “In this position, the bottom will be on all fours with ass and pussy angled up. As this works better from mostly level ground, we’ll use the bed.”

As she said it, Nicole looked to the left of the desk to see a raised cushion. Her brain skipped as she tried to remember when it was brought in. Lucy waved the two participants over to the bed, patting the cushion for Claire’s plump form to climb on. “Though positions for the bottom vary due to comfort, ideally, the back will arch downward with the neck and ass pointing up. A presented ass with a wet pussy is an enticing target, no matter what. That’s it Claire, you’re a natural.”

Nicole watched with muted fascination as the good, little daddy’s girl craned her naked pussy up toward the burly football player. Claire had sex with fives or sixes, not with a ten. She looked downright giddy at the prospect of having Bryson’s cock inside her. Katherine isn’t the only one who’s jealous.

“Once in position, the approach is much the same. Bryson takes his dick and shoves it between Claire’s pussy lips. From this angle, though, you see he has much more access to play with her ass. Or, he can curve his body against hers and play with her tits as well. Some men will find this position more attractive, if less intimate. Some women enjoy feeling like a dog in heat, don’t you Claire.”

“Yes, mistress,” Claire moaned as Bryson’s cock slid inside of her.

What did she say? A chill of worry cut through the haze of lust once again. Focus Nicole, you know something isn’t right. Focus.

“Why do they call it doggy style?” Bryson asked, his hands kneading Claire’s plush ass as his dick slid in and out of her.

Lucy grinned. “Because this is how people observe dogs when they mate. Much of the animal kingdom uses this position in one form or the other. Even your school mascot, the wolf.” She leaned to Bryson’s ear and whispered something inaudible to the others.

Nicole thought she saw a thin wisp of red smoke pass between Lucy and Bryson. She barely registered it because of what happened in the next instant. Bryson’s back jerked, careening his head back to a nauseating angle. Across his muscled body, dark pins appeared in his skin, pushing out rapidly. His torso lurched forward again, slapping against Claire’s back as similar strange marks appeared on her. She growled at him, shaking her fat ass up and down to keep fucking his cock.

Lucy stood back and watched, clapping her hands like a giddy child. The other students remained stunned. Nicole’s heart thumped in her chest. Any horniness she’d had faded. The thought finally rang clearly in her head. She’s done something to us.

Bryson grunted and spat, bloody teeth clattering to the ground. Katherine screamed. Bryson turned toward them attempting to smile, but showing budding fangs pushing out of his gums. Thick lips covered his shifting muzzle. The pins all across his skin sprouted out as long black hair quickly covering his body. Nicole got to her feet and backed away, wishing very much for her clothes.

Claire laughed, a rough, barking noise. Her plump figure began to change. The rolls of her tummy became distinct, pushing up her torso to jut out under her breasts. The tissue rounded into a second set of tits as the thick hair covered them. Her eyes gleamed blood red as she lolled out a wolf like tongue. “This feels so…fucking…good. Fuck me like a dog in heat, Bryson.”

He growled in return before shoving a newly clawed finger into her asshole. He laughed, cruelly as the action caused a lump of flesh to sprout from both Claire’s and his own tail bone. Within seconds, they both had thin tails rapidly acquiring bushy fur. Bryson leaned his head back and howled as tendons snapped and legs reformed into powerful calves leading down to padded feet. He pulled out of Claire, showing off a ten inch dick slick with her juices. He rolled her to her back and straddled her, dragging his balls across her furred stomach before he erupted onto her four tits.

BreeAnn lunged forward, lapping the cum off Claire’s chest. Dylan joined her, sucking on the sensitive buds as corruptive milk flowed into his mouth. Claire stroked their heads, moaning the whole while. Down both of their naked backs, bristles of fur began to appear. Bryson turned his red gaze on the others.

Nicole had time to watch Dylan’s ball sack double in size as his cock lengthened before Blake grabbed her. She expected — wanted him to throw her on the ground and mount her, but instead he yelled, “Run!”

Four of them fumbled into the hallway. Nicole first, followed quickly by Mason and Katherine with Blake slamming the door behind them as their changing friends continued rutting and sucking. Above all, Mason couldn’t shake the amused look on Lucy’s face as they’d run. “Come on, we need to get the fuck out of here.”

“What about my clothes?” Katherine asked.

“You stupid bitch. They’re turning into fucking sex werewolves. Who gives a shit about your slutty outfit,” Mason hissed. He pushed by them and ran down the hall. The others followed, running down the empty corridors. They reached an exit and pushed, but it was locked from the outside. “Fuck.”

From the other end of the hall, chilling howls echoed. Four of them. The remaining humans watched with held breath. After a few seconds, the wolves crashed out of the classroom. Four pairs of red eyes looked down the hall at them.

“Fuck,” Mason said. He shoved Blake into Nicole and ran the other direction. Katherine followed him, cursing under her breath. “What? She’s slow. Maybe those things will follow them instead of us.

They padded down the hallway at a full sprint. He didn’t recall the school being so big or so empty. He crossed through the teachers lounge, hoping to find someone to help them, but it was empty. They paused long enough for Katherine to whine about the stitch in her side. “We need to get out of the building, Mason.”

“No shit. Those things are between us and the main exit.”

Katherine peeked out of the teacher’s lounge door. “This hallway shouldn’t be here.”

“Great. Our friends turn into fucking werewolves, and now we’re in fun house school hell.” Mason yanked her back as he heard footsteps. “Shit, lower your —”

She kicked him in the gut. The wind went out of him as she hurled him forward out the door. He thudded into the ground, face turned toward two of the changed prowling toward him. He managed to look back at Katherine who shrugged, “Sorry, you’re slow,” she mouthed. She darted out the other side of the room, doubling back the way they came.

Panicked, Mason tried to get to his feet, but the wolfish figures thudded near him. The closest was either Claire or BreeAnn, he guessed from the massive tits jutting out of the furred body. Claire’s fur had been darker from what he’d seen, which meant the one prowling toward him was BreeAnn. Beyond, leering at the first creature’s ass, was the immense, black shape he knew to be Bryson.

BreeAnn laughed, a wispy, high pitched noise of contempt. She stood over him, and Mason realized how tall she’d become. He could still distinguish her face behind the blood red eyes and snarling lips. “Why did you run, Mason? You’ve never fit in. Now you have the perfect chance.”

“I ran because you turned into fucking werewolves. I don’t care how hard my dick is, that’s fucking insane.”

“Is it?” BreeAnn said. She bent down to his dick and sniffed. “This pup is yours, I think,” she said to the behemoth standing behind her. “That’s what you’ve always wanted isn’t it? I think Bryson is finally game. I’ll find the girl.” She didn’t linger any longer, sniffing the air as she prowled away.

Mason trembled before the massive werewolf’s gaze. Bryson grinned, pointing at Mason’s stiff cock and then to his own massive dick, “Not so big now, huh?”

“Fuck off.”

“What if I wanted you to suck it?”

Mason’s mouth watered immediately. Bryson’s naked, throbbing manhood was only a few inches away from his mouth. How many times had he wondered what sucking a dick would actually feel like, let alone a dick so big or belonging to a guy Mason lusted after for years? Though Bryson’s body had become wolfish, the cock jutting out from the dark patch of fur was distinctly human. The glistening, engorged head stuck out from a thick foreskin. Underneath, fur covered Bryson’s massive ball sack. If I change, will mine look like that?

“You’re thinking about it?” Bryson said. It was still the jock’s mannerisms, his unearned charisma behind all that wolf and dick.

“You’re not gay,” Mason said.

“Twenty minutes ago, I wasn’t a werewolf either. Things change. Lucy altered my perspective on so many things. I can hear her in my head, singing. You could too. Maybe start with a lick?” He shuffled closer on his massive paw like feet.

Mason thought he should be repelled. Why had he run? Fear? The transformation looked painful, but now he didn’t know why. Bryson hadn’t screamed or yelled for help. Through it all, he’d kept fucking Claire as she changed, too. And his cock smelled so fucking good. Mason opened his mouth as Bryson’s clawed hand gently wrapped around the back of his head. The throbbing dick pushed passed his lips and against his tongue. Bryson growled pleasantly, and Mason took over.

He closed his lips around the phallus, relishing the feeling of it pulsing against his tongue, lips, and cheek. His hand came up to stroke the shaft like he’d seen in porn and done to himself plenty while imagining this exact scenario. Well, mostly this scenario. It rarely involved Bryson being a wolf. The beast like man growled again, “You’ve got a good mouth. Honestly, even before, I wondered what you’d be like. Getting Katherine to suck your dick is one thing, but getting a gay guy to do it? Mrmmm. I think you’re better.”

Mason pulled away with a wet sound, “Oh, are you going to cum in my mouth already?” He wanted to sound seductive. He wanted this massive alpha to be pleased with him.

Bryson laughed. “What was it you said? ‘Bryson’s cock emptying in my ass while my own dick squirts onto the bedsheets’? We haven’t got a bed, but I imagine you’ll cum nonetheless.”

Mason let himself be lifted straight into the air by Bryson’s powerful arms. His thighs raked against the furred quads of the man he’d always wanted to take his virginity. Bryson pinned Mason against the wall and paused to squeeze the young man’s ass. Mason gritted his teeth with dread and excitement as the wolf man’s cock pressed against his ass. Bryson didn’t hesitate. The well lubed dick pushed into Mason’s ass with amazing ease. Mason understood why as red, bristle like hair sprouted from his hands. “Fuck, me too?”

“Of course,” Bryson growled in his ear, shoving more of his cock into Mason’s ass. “You’re going to be my little pup to fuck whenever I need the tightest hole I can find.” Bryson moved his hand around and squeezed Mason’s cock, feeling it grow in his grip. “And maybe, if I’m feeling extra curious, I’ll let you stick yours in me.”

Mason grunted as he sank back onto Bryson’s dick. He howled as it stretched his ass wide. Some part of Bryson’s massive cock pushed against the spot Mason always dreamed of hitting with his own fingers. Mason’s fat dick jerked upward, almost involuntarily as a gush of clear fluid shot from the tip. His balls ached as Bryson fucked his ass. Mason’s dick flopped up and down after Bryson released it. Bryson whirled them around, throwing Mason onto all fours. New claws dug into the ground as Bryson leveraged the new position for a more savage rhythm. Mason’s cock strained against the air as an irresistible pleasure built inside of him. He screamed, trying to contain his euphoria as he orgasmed. Thick streams of cum gushed onto the floor as his dick enlarged to match Bryson’s. Mason’s tongue lolled forth as his eyes turned blood red.

Bryson pulled out of the new wolf’s ass and jerked himself off onto the growing tail. When the torrents of cum stopped, he waited for Mason to recover before turning the smaller wolf around. “You got blue fur, neat,” Bryson growled. He slapped Mason’s snout with his wet dick. “Lick it clean.”

“Yes, daddy,” Mason purred.

Katherine didn’t know she could run so well while naked. Her breasts ached from jostling, but streaking through her school liberated her. It would have been more enjoyable if a giant she-wolf that was once a nerd wasn’t running her down. Katherine could hear BreeAnn’s claws raking against the cinderblock walls not too far behind. She realized she couldn’t outrun her changed classmate and decided to hide.

The gym door echoed deafeningly as she slammed it behind her, jamming the lock bars in place. Katherine ran to the locker rooms, ducking inside as the gym doors rattled from impact. You’re running into a corner, that’s all. Why resist? They’re going to catch me. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that to Mason. She jumped into a locker cubby and pulled the door shut.

Minutes passed. Katherine heard the gym doors clang and break. She heard the clawed feet clacking across the gym floor. The dull thud of approaching steps made her cover her mouth, hoping with no real hope that she would escape. Through the slats in the locker, she saw BreeAnn enter. Arousal mingled with fear as Katherine looked at the she-wolf. BreeAnn raised to her full height, likely seven feet, breasts jutting out and dark pussy lips clearly visible with a tail stood out straight in the background. She sniffed, but did not look at Katherine’s locker.

“Strange,” BreeAnn said, “even after all this, I still envy you. I still worry you’ll be prettier when you turn. I worry enough that part of me would rather rip out your throat than let the mistress have you. Katherine the cheerleader. Katherine the prom queen. Katherine the girl who gives blow jobs under the bleachers. Do you know what I would have given for any of that attention? My soul.”

BreeAnn’s hand shot out and ripped the door off one of the lockers. It clanged to the ground as she spun on the spot looking across the room from Katherine’s hiding place. Katherine allowed herself a breath, trying to keep calm.

“Maybe it’s like one of those shitty movies. In the end, the nerd girl learns the popular girl had problems, too. And they bond, and the audience walks away somehow feeling sorry for the popular girl more than the nerd. But that’s not the case this time. This time, everyone actually wins. It’s silly for you to run. Lucy has a place for us. She’s going to let us hunt, to build our pack. You’ll get fat tits like me. They feel so fucking good, Katherine. Feeling Dylan or Bryson or even you sucking them is going to be so good.”

The wolf’s head turned sharply and red eyes glared at Katherine’s locker. BreeAnn laid down on a bench, letting her tits wobble on her chest. She spread her legs, showing off pink folds that glistened with arousal. “Why don’t you come out and taste?” Her clawed hand squeezed one of her lower set of tits, causing a stream of slightly pink milk to splash onto her dark fur.

Kathrine’s mouth watered at the sight. Fuck, the milk. She opened the locker, putting a smile on BreeAnn’s face. Katherine looked down at her own breasts, crossing her arms over them. “She corrupted us, don’t you see? Aren’t you furious about what she’s done to you? She fed us all that milk and those treats, poisoning us with whatever turned you into this!”

BreeAnn’s fingertips twirled around her nipples. “Corrupted? I don’t think so. I’m still me, Katherine. You’re still you. I have free will, as much as I ever did. I’m simply better. I can feel everything. I can smell everything. I can smell the arousal of your pussy. I can hear the quickness of your pulse. And Lucy’s song. She understands. You will too, if you listen.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Listen to me, then. All those nights you fawned over boys. The things you did to get their attention, that stuff all comes out of a deep seated need to be wanted — a need so ingrained in us that we hate ourselves for it. What wouldn’t you have done to get Bryson’s attention? What wouldn’t I have done to get Dylan’s? Lucy takes all of it away. Her song plucks out that need and tosses it, filling it the void with…sex, but something more. Purpose? Focus? I’m not sure. Maybe she isn’t either. But it’s better. If there’s doubt, she takes it. If there’s worry, she takes it, too. All we have is pleasure. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

BreeAnn’s milk dripped onto the floor beneath her. Why am I resisting? “Will I be like you?”

BreeAnn frowned somewhat, “You’ll be gorgeous.”

The lascivious thoughts pulled easily at her mind as she began to accept. Katherine moved closer, “You know what I’ve never done? Eaten pussy.” She slid her hand down BreeAnn’s thigh, marveling at how soft the coat felt while the muscle underneath seethed with power. BreeAnn spread her legs wider, and Katherine knelt between them. She looked at the pink slit among the dark lips, and her mouth watered. Her own pussy gushed at the thought of shoving her tongue into the other woman’s snatch.

Leaning forward, Katherine wrapped her arms around BreeAnn’s thighs. She glanced up, but could only see the tip of BreeAnn’s snout above the mountain range of tits. It made Katherine smile. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and licked up the outer lips. BreeAnn growled, but it sound pleased. Her tail twitched as well. Katherine inhaled deeply, reveling in the other woman’s musk before pushing deeper with her tongue.

She moved into long, slow licks, imagining what she would like to feel. The purr-like growls grew louder until they sounded like quiet yips. Katherine hardened her tongue and pushed deeper. BreeAnn’s claws dug into the bench as her legs tensed in Katherine’s grip. It made Katherine unbelievable happy to have a woman writhe in her grip. She’d always enjoyed the power sucking dick gave her over men. It gladdened her to see the same was true for women. One of BreeAnn’s hands moved to the back of Katherine’s head, pushing her hard against the wet pussy under her tongue’s rule.

As she licked deeper, she realized just that. Slurping her tongue out of BreeAnn’s pussy, Katherine realized it had grown longer. She moved back, making long, slow licks the whole length of the slit before letting her tongue circle around the engorged clit hidden at the crest. Within only a few seconds, BreeAnn began to howl with pleasure.

The same burning ecstasy spread down through Katherine. She felt her breasts growing, pushing up and out as a second set came in. Behind her, her ass plumped out into a wide, thick rump with a bushy red tail jutting out above it. As she leaned back to inspect herself, BreeAnn seized the moment, pouncing forward and pinning Katherine back against the ground. Katherine yipped as sharp teeth nipped at her blooming breasts. Clawed fingers pushed into her pussy, causing her to groan into BreeAnn’s ears.

“You’re so wet, Katherine,” BreeAnn said. “Wet and soft with such plump tits and such a nice, big ass. Maybe I’ll keep you as my pet bitch. Boys are overrated.” Her fingers curled up and pressed against Katherine’s g-spot. Katherine bucked against the talented fingers as her milk spurted forth. Smiling, BreeAnn pushed her mouth against Katherine’s new muzzle, their tits pressed together as their milk mingled.

Blake’s feet hurt. Nicole lagged behind with each step. They’d been running for too long. The halls didn’t make sense. He had biology in the room beside him, but that should mean an exit not ten feet away. Instead, only more walls of lockers and vacant classrooms. “We’re trapped,” he said, coming to a stop.

Nicole plodded beside him, her ass jiggling seductively despite the precariousness of their situation. “Yeah, I figured that a while back. They’re still behind us, too. I think they’re letting us tire ourselves out.”

“We could get weapons of some kind,” Blake suggested.

“To fight giant werewolves and some kind of sex witch?” Nicole asked. “I mean, not to shit on that idea, but it doesn’t seem practical.”

“Do you have a suggestion then?”

Nicole thought for a moment before answering, “When we were all in that trance, it was like something kept wanting us to give in, right? The only reason we’re not in there fucking like beasts is because seeing Bryson spit out his fucking teeth scared us enough to wake us up.”

“Ok?”

“Ok, then we need to simply resist. This is some kind of test of will power.”

Blake’s heart dropped as he looked past Nicole. Lucy stood not ten feet away, still gloriously naked. Flanking her on either side were two massive werewolves. One had a monstrous cock sticking out angrily as he leered sideways at Lucy, and the other looked on the verge of pouncing on any one of them. “Shit,” he said.

Lucy frowned, “It’s not a test of will power. It’s a gift. One which you’re free to refuse, if that’s what you truly want. Look at them, do they seem unhappy?”

“They’re goddamn wolf people,” Nicole said, stepping back.

“So? They’re gods. Sex personified into primal shape.” Lucy spread her hands. Doors behind her in the hallway opened. Humphrey emerged first, no longer wearing his glamour. His piggish face snorted as he approached, massive ball sack bowing out his legs. Beside him came Oliver and Alice in their full demonic splendor. Alice squeezed her juicy breasts with her talons as her demonic tongue flicked in the air. Further back still, other wolves stalked forward, four more of them. One with red fur, another with light blue. “We’re not monsters,” Lucy said, standing in the midst of her menagerie. “We’re ascended to purer forms.”

Blake looked to Nicole and saw the haze of lust settling in her eyes. He felt it, too, something inside him pulling to give in. He wanted to lie between the harlots and suck their milk until he became whatever they wanted him to be. He shook his head, “If its a gift, then we can refuse.”

Lucy frowned, her face becoming gloriously terrifying. Blake flinched back, pulling Nicole with him. He expected her to send forth her creations to tear them to nothingness. Instead, the glare passed. Lucy put her finger to her lip thoughtfully. “You know, I’m not sure whatever I am is accustomed to hearing the word ‘no’ very often.” She turned over her shoulder, “Malcolm?”

Blake and Nicole suddenly became very aware of their nudity as their principal stepped forward from between the two demonic lovers. “Yes, mistress?”

“You chose to forgo my gift for as long as you had students. These two want to reject it completely. I let you because you agreed to give yourself eventually. Why should I let them if they don’t make the same arrangement?”

Malcolm whimpered, “I don’t know, mistress. Why do you rely on me so?”

“Fuck’s sake.” Lucy snapped her fingers, suddenly adorned in a red sun dress. With a flick of her hands, a red corset dress and skirt covered Nicole while a tailor fitted red suit clothed Blake. “You lot are no good. Go fuck in the gym.” She stepped toward the remaining humans, putting her arms around them. They all turned to face an entrance which hadn’t been there before. “If you want to go, you can go,” she said.

Neither of them moved, “I don’t get it. What was all this for?” Blake asked.

Lucy shrugged. “One of the mysteries I have yet to work out. My current theory is about swimming pools. You two are welcome to stay. I could force you, but I don’t think I should. I think the other voices in my head say it’s a bad idea. They’re my voices. Well, they’re old versions of what I am, but they all fucked it up so now they’re trying to stop me from fucking it up. Or I’m trying to stop them. It’s confusing. You see, it’s easier when you pull out the badness in people, but when you take the good instead and fill it up with something else — something neither good or bad, then I am not sure we’re making any progress.”

“What are we supposed to do then?” Nicole asked, self consciously adjusting her bust line.

“You could leave town,” Lucy said. “You can stay and see how things shake out. You can go home and masturbate until you decide to join me. You can come up with a better theory than ‘souls in swimming pools’. Or stew. I know that sounds ridiculous, but the second best theory is make everyone fuck like crazy until some whacko blows up the town. Do us a favor though, don’t blow up the town. That would suck.” She looked at an imaginary watch on her wrist. “Well, kids, I’m late for an orgy. Time to decide, entirely on your own without any of my influence. Stay or go?”

Nicole and Blake looked at each other. “We’ll go,” Blake said.

Nicole nodded.

“Interesting. Oh, could you cut Malcolm loose, though? He sort of brings everyone down. Absolve him of taking care of your souls or something.”

Blake looked past Lucy’s shoulder to where Malcolm groveled on the ground muttering to himself. “Uh, Principal King, you don’t have to worry about us any more. We, uh, release you.”

He peered back at them with anguished joy before leaping to his feet and running full tilt down the hallway while tearing at his clothes.

Lucy patted them on the back, “Well, that worked out at least. On your way kids.”

Nicole and Blake took a few steps and suddenly stood in the parking lot. They looked at their old high school, silent and foreboding. For reasons they didn’t understand, they held hands.