Another day, another class in Miss Nightfang's School for Wayward Youths (often simply called ‘Wayward’). Effectively a boarding school, it served to aid students with special needs. Some with magical gifts, some with mental issues, and some who were merely thrown in by their parents for one reason or another. Each was given a unique schedule, and each was expected to eventually give into one of the...particular oddities of the school: An extremely sex-positive outlook and a focus on making boys into girls and helping students to accept others despite their gender or sexualities.


The bell rang, signalling the end of the current set of classes.

The students of the fencing class - instructed by a particularly well-rounded mare - dropped their masks, panting in relief and exhaustion, glad that their physical exertion was over. Sweat dripped from their bodies, a collective heat wave rising from the sore mass of angsty teens. One by one, they were dismissed and allowed to go change and shower in the locker rooms before heading to their final class, lunch, or simply to their bedrooms. The teacher’s pet, Rachel Molcar, stayed for a while after, asking the teacher for a few tips. She had a rather special relation with her teacher, but that’s a tale for another day. 

Within the locker rooms, students stripped and showered, peeling off sweat-slick garments and tossing them into bags to be cleaned later, smiling as the grime was washed away, small wounds being tended to. Usually, Rachel came to wash off after most - if not all - of the other students had left. Today, however, three students stayed in wait. 

Rachel, you see, was a bit of a bitch. On top of being the teacher’s pet and excelling in her various courses, she had a tendency to tease others; either flaunting her frame before others, or mocking them for their shortcomings. Though she never resorted to physical bullying, she had knocked more than a few students down a peg...and that was when she wasn’t sleeping with their partners. Or manipulating them into sleeping with her, for that matter. Today, these three students had decided that they’d had enough and would jump her and teach her a lesson. They hoped to break her in as she had done to them, hoping that she wouldn’t report them for their violent acts. Physical violence and rape was often severely punished, after all.


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Rachel walked into the locker room, a shark tail swishing behind the hybrid bat. The back of her fencing suit was custom made, opened to allow room for her wings. The same was true of the arms of the suit. She had begun to remove it when the first of the students striked: a female spider. A trip wire made of silk was thrown in front of her, her foot snagging on it as she walked. With a cry, she fell to the ground, her face smacking against the damp tiles. Next came the male otter and the hermaphrodite dragon. The otter kicked her in the ribs, the dragon biting at her swinging tail, trying to pin it in place. She managed to throw the dragon into the spider, using a wing to swing at the otter while trying to twist herself upright. The spider covered her mouth in web as she tried to cry out for the help of their teacher, the dragon reaching up to rip off the crotch of her fencing uniform. A large, thick set of shemale genitalia fell out into the muggy air as she struggled to tear the webbing off, the otter reaching forward and tearing off some of her suit’s arm. The dragon, recovering, bit at her foot. She swung her tail again, knocking the spider to the left. A loud ‘clack’ rang out as her head hit the wall, the spider going limp on the ground. Tearing the webbing from her mouth, she opened her jaw wide. Sharp shark teeth with four bat fangs lined her maw, all of which she used to bite down on the otter. He yelped, crying out in pain as she suckled his blood and tore his flesh. He passed out from fear, crumbling. The dragon was the last to go, burning a segment of her leg before being kicked in the face. Rachel panted, blood leaking from her mouth and from wounds, her body wobbling slightly as she dealt with the pain. She eyed the trap that the spider had laid...it was not the only one. Their cautionary prep work would serve as their undoing. Licking her lips clean, she set to gathering the silken strands.

The three awoke, still in the locker room. The spider girl was tied to a bench, the other two were on the ground. All three were nude, their limbs had bound. Their arms were painfully pinned beneath their backs, their legs spread wide, dicks and cunts exposed. Above them was Rachel, still panting from the effort of fighting them off and moving all of them. They began to struggle, but failed to break through the strong spider silk. “Soooo...you three wanted to fuck me over~?” She practically sang, a british lilt affecting her voice. “Well….I suppose you might be gettin’ your wish then, from a certain point of view. Especially since you were sooooo kind as to rip my custom-tailored outfit open~” She gestured to the crotch of her suit. Her dark testicals seemed to have swollen slightly, her rod now erect. “Now then...which of you was behind this~? Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on the leader…”

The dragon was the first to cry out. It was somewhat pitiful, a symbol of strength breaking down in fear. “I-it was the Mark’s idea!” Mark being the otter. The spider silently nodded in agreement before the otter yelped. “N-no, it was Stacy’s, Luna just dragged me into it!” Stacy being the spider, Luna being the dragon. Of course, Rachel didn’t believe him. They’d all get punished anyways. “Ooooh~? Not even gonna take defeat in grace? How sad. Well, since you ripped my cover off, I think I’ll keep you covered for...oh, say, maybe a month or so?”

With that, she pulled out what appeared to be a small pink ball with brushes around the opening. It had a lid of sorts on the opposite end. “Now then...don’t worry, I’m not going to tear you open..I’m just going to lock you up for a while~” She folded the ball inside out. The inside of the ball was covered in small bristles, a screw-like string of them running along a thin tube. The tube had bulbs at one end, meanwhile opening into the brush-lined opening on the other side. Finally, it had an additional small hole near the opening. “This...is a chastity device~ This little tube’s gonna go up your dick and the brushes will keep you on edge ALL the time! Isn’t that fun? Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to provide release later, assuming you don’t beg someone else for help. If you be good until the month’s over, I’ll reward you though.”

With that, she turned it back over, pouring lube on and into the ball before grabbing his dick, feeding the tube in. He squealed, squirming as it slowly scraped through his urethra, the brushes at the bottom moving up to rub beneath his foreskin, slowly tormenting his sensitive glans. Despite his fear, the attention was giving him an erection..and erection which was quickly punished by the device, his urethra being scraped again and again, his glans teased more. As she shoved his balls into the ball, they were squeezed and rubbed as well, his erection making sure that they had minimal room. He quickly lost his erection despite the mixture of pleasure, too discomforting. “Now then, this’ll make sure that you don’t have any unwanted erections~ And to wash it, all you hafta do is fill it with soap and water..and then squeeze it a whole lot. Like this!” And squeeze she did, tormenting his poor balls and penis, watching as pre began to drool out, the otter moaning, twitching, and crying out. She let him go, licking her lips. She locked it tight. “Oh, and if you even think about trying to cut it off, I had a teacher enchant it. That’s not coming off for a month, with or without the key.”


Next was the dragon. “Mmm...Luna, I remember you~ You begged to eat me out last week, even shoving your boyfriend aside to do so. I guess you didn’t like the taste. Though it seems you like my feet plenty!” She rose her wounded foot up before bringing it crashing down onto her belly, smiling at the fleshy smack and pained cough. The dragon, distracted by the pain, quickly tried to catch her breath, but found Rachel’s foot against her maw. Her toes pinched her nostrils shut, the bulk of her foot hovering over her mouth. “Clean it up, or the next kick goes to your balls.” Luna sobbed, then obeyed. The hot reptilian tongue slid out, wrapping around the dainty foot, sliding between toes, across sweaty flesh. She licked and licked, continuing to cry and breath through her mouth. She could taste her sweat, the blood of the wound, the filth of the gym floor. Rachel smiled, gradually applying pressure, smushing her lips against her teeth, sometimes pinching her tongue. After she decided that the foot had been ‘cleaned’, she switched feet. Her other foot didn’t go to her mouth, however. No, the warm, sweaty sole set down on Luna’s dick, pressing the large phallus against the cold tiles. The dragon cried out, but was quickly silenced by a wad of silk. She pushed down, rolling the warm flesh beneath damp sole and cold floor, watching and gaging for reaction. She rose her foot again before pushing down on her balls. She pushed down and pulled back, dragging the heavy sack downwards, sliding until her toes squeezed the balls to the side and pinched the base of her cock. “Mmm..so big, so thick, so fucking useless when you’re tied to the ground and getting punished for being a stupid bitch!” She rose up before stomping down again...then again, feeling the fluid-filled orbs squishing beneath her feet, feeling them bruise and jut out. She stroked that dick and those balls, tenderizing them along the way, watching as Luny screamed into the gag, moaned, whimpered, cried as she got hard...as she began leaking pre. “This is what you get for biting me you masochistic fuck!” She stomped down again, harder this time. She squished her balls and base beneath her toes, pinching hard as she glared down. Luna spasmed, her eyes rolling up as she began to pass out, jizz spurting from her abused bits. She twitched, spraying until her belly and breasts were covered. “Slut.”

Finally, there was the spider. “Now, Stacy, hunny, since you decided to clog my mouth up with your silk..I figure it’s only fair to make sure you put yours to use. And if you bite me or fight back...well, I’ll pay you back for tripping me as well.” She licked her lips, hooking her fingers into her suit as she began to peel it off. “Ew, all this fighting and fucking with you guys made me even sweatier...ah well. Not my problem now.” 

The three watched - bound not just physically, but mentally - as she took the outfit off. Her breasts were the first things to pop free as she removed the top, large succulent orbs that were voluptuous, even for her age. Next was her toned belly and wide hips. Though her dick and balls were already on display, she spun as she tore the outfit from her ass and legs, letting them see the wobbling flesh of her butt. It was toned nicely, perfectly round. The merest movement, now that her clothes were off, would send it jiggling. Her shapely legs were already shown, of course. It was almost hypnotic, as if she was dancing as the outfit was slowly removed, revealing more and more sweat-slicked flesh. She was beautiful.

She slowly moved up to the spider, who was drooling, staring at her juice-drooling cunt. “Aw, does my spidy want some puss-puss? Sorry, but at least I can give you a nice donut to much~” She spun around, cheeks wobbling, raising invitingly over Stacy’s face before she moved it down. The girl found herself trapped between the warm, soft cheeks, sweat quickly coating her face. She smelt Rachel’s musk and the scent of lavender. Each sniff scent her into a tizzy as it seemed to burn into her nostrils more and more. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was strong..dominating...demanding. She sniffed and sniffed, her tongue pressing out to explore, soon running into her pucker. Swiftly, she began to eat Rachel’s ass. Rachel moaned, her own tongue limply hanging from her mouth, rolling over one of her breasts, lapping across the orbs. She reached up to grope a breast with one hand, the other going to her balls. Her fingers sunk into the tender tissue, squeezing, caressing herself in perverse self-pleasure as she ground back onto the girl. Stacy humped the air pitifully, trying to recieve pleasure to her own gushing gash as she licked and slobbered, pushing her tongue as deep as she could into the sweat-ridden hole. She would get none, of course.

Once Rachel had had her fill of prostate stimulation and anal oral fun, she stood up, her rod aching, throbbing. Pre dripped off it, peppering Stacy’s thin pink chest in white goop as fat balls hovered over her eyes. “Open wide, little miss muffet, I have your curds and whey~” With that, she moved back, then shoved forward. Stacy gagged as the wide head filled her maw, followed by more and more dickflesh. It was warm, salty, fleshy. It throbbed with each inch  the moved into her mouth, then into her throat. Pre drooled into her, clogging her throat. It was growing thicker, hotter. Musk filled her nose, every breath taken was drowned in sweat and musk as Rachel’s balls pushed into her nose and bounced against her face. Her throat bulged as dick moved through it. Another thrust, then another, then another. She reached forward, squeezing, fondling her chest, rubbing her pre into the girl’s nipples, using them as leverage for her thrusts. The spider moaned and cried around her cock, vibrating it. More and more, each thrust seeming to hammer her brain as well as her gullet. Minutes...hours...how long had she been getting throat fucked? To her, all that began to matter was that dick, that musk, that drooling pre, and that she wanted to get off.

Though she wouldn’t be allowed to cum, Rachel would. She cried, drooling as her eyes crossed. Hot jizm spat out, flooding Stacy’s throat and belly. It was thick as oatmeal, pulsing, oozing, shooting more and more. She gulped and gulped, trying to get what she could down before it inevitably began leaking from her nose. She passed out towards the end, her breath cut off.

Finished, she bit each of her classmates, draining enough of their blood to make sure they’d be unconscious for a good hour or so. Folding up her outfit, she showered, told the teacher about what happened, then strutted out down the halls. Nude, victorious, drained.