Graduation Day
So. Took me almost exactly four months. But at least it's up now.
So here we have some student-teacher sexings in a non-empty classroom, some heat-based werecat transformation, and just about every possible combination of genitalia for people who go by female pronouns.
By the way, did you know it's a pain in the ass to write a three-way sex scene where every participant is a "she?" Because it is. Luckily they have different names AND species to work with.
And yes, Cynthia Bloom is somewhat inspired by Max Blackrabbit's Raven Hunt.
Oh, and you can thank Lyn Chakitty for this story. This was done as a request for her. =3
Anyway, enjoy your helping of public werecat fucking!
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Cecilia was one of those girls for whom "that time of the month" was particularly rough. It hadn't been too bad for her through most of puberty, but had suddenly become much more difficult to deal with over the past year or so. It was apparently a genetic thing of some sort. A family curse, if you will.
This meant quite a few days of trying to catch up with schoolwork from home, at least at first. But she became more and more adept at simply bearing with it as time went on, and besides, modern medicine had produced pills to help out whenever things got particularly bad. Nowadays she was back to missing school only when she had one of the more normal reasons come up.
Luckily, none of those reasons popped up on this particular day. Not that Cecilia would have let anything stop her from attending. Today was graduation day, you see.
The last day of high school. The last day society required that she be treated like a kid. There was even a fancy ceremony where everyone got a certificate to confirm that, yep, it was all done with.
The excitement over all this kept her pretty well distracted that morning. She ran into a minor hiccup while getting dressed and had to start over when she realized her underwear was missing. She walked right past the bus stop and just barely remembered in time to run back and catch said bus. And she even managed to forget what week it was.
Cecilia's memory started to come back to her, however, when the first hot flash hit. Oh yeah, it was that time of the month again. No big deal, though. She'd just take one of her pills once she was at school and all would be well again.
She hurried off the bus once it had arrived and headed straight for the nearest water fountain. Another hot flash washed over her as she approached it, prompting her to quickly reach into her backpack and... suddenly remember that you didn't need your backpack on the last day. Fuck.
But that was fine. Her mother should still be home now; one quick phone call and her pills would be on their way. So Cecilia just took out her... Oh wait, her cell phone was in her backpack too. Fuck. FUCK.
Her next idea was to call from the nurse's office, where she'd probably have to wait anyway as her symptoms worsened. But of course the nurse's office was closed on the last day. As was the principal's office. And by the time she managed to borrow a phone from someone who'd remembered to bring it, her mom was already off to work. Her mom also happened to be approximately the last person on the surface of the Earth who didn't have their own cell phone yet, and Cecilia could never remember her work number. So she had no way of contacting her mother until she showed up for the graduation ceremony.
But that was fine. She'd had a couple test runs without any medication whatsoever last summer, and she'd gotten through okay. For the most part. In any case, the ceremony was only a couple hours away, and she was pretty certain she could survive that long. And through the ceremony itself. And the bus ride home.
For some reason, her mind was fixating on how bouncy the bus ride tended to be.
Cecilia shook her head in an attempt to clear it out while heading for her homeroom class. She plopped herself down in one of the many empty seats at the back of the room and, arms folded, concentrated really hard on keeping her mind on something other than getting off. Another hot flash and the heat that lingered in her groin afterwards didn't help.
And neither did her teacher. Mrs. Bloom was one of those near-legendary teachers who, as the saying went, could turn boys into men and sometimes girls into women. She had one of those fine, curvy bodies that would get her kicked out of Hollywood but worshiped anywhere else, with rather remarkably-sized breasts restrained in form-fitting tops that gave just the right amount of lift. (They also caused very conflicting emotions whenever they ended up atop the head of a student that she'd just caught cheating.) And while she was generally believed to be somewhere north of 40 years old, she showed none of the usual symptoms aside from wearing a pair of bifocals and having a rather clear memory of the 80's.
Cecilia shut her eyes and tried even harder to think about non-dirty things as Mrs. Bloom strolled in. The morning bell barely registered in her conscious mind, flooded as it was with various memories of other students, and occasionally Mrs. Bloom, bending over. She briefly risked opening one eye and saw the teacher standing in front of her desk, hands on her hips, looking straight at her with a somewhat worried expression. Cecilia shut her eye again and Mrs. Bloom's attention moved to the rest of the sparsely-populated classroom.
"Well, thanks for coming on time, everyone." Mrs. Bloom cracked a smile that was both pleased and annoyed. "It's nice to see at least some of my students didn't want one last absence on their record. Now, Craig hopefully remembered to bring his Playstation-"
"X-Box," Craig helpfully interrupted.
"... X-Box along so y'all will have something to keep yourselves occupied with until graduation starts. And I'll be ordering a couple pizzas in a little while, so those of you who remembered to bring your money," she shot a glance at Craig, who froze and then cursed under his breath, "Will have something to eat. Whelp, that's all I've got. As you were."
Craig went back to hooking up his console to the classroom's TV. One of the two girls besides Cecilia took out a camera and started filming her last day of high school while the other students argued over who got to go first in the day's Halo marathon. Cecilia herself kept her eyes closed and her arms crossed, and shivered occasionally whenever her body started fighting a little harder.
"Cecilia?"
She opened her eyes and found herself staring straight into Mrs. Bloom's cleavage as the teacher leaned down over her desk. Cecilia's eyes instantly shut again.
"Cecilia, are you feeling alright, girl?"
"I'm fine." It sounded more like one word when she said it.
"Okay then... Just let me know if you need anything." Cecilia didn't respond. Mrs. Bloom sighed and walked back over to her desk at the front of the room. She knew the poor girl wasn't fine. She could smell it, and was honestly kind of surprised that the rest of her students couldn't yet.
Meanwhile, Cecilia was still putting her faith in the power of mind over body. Her body, on the other hand, was putting its faith in the power of flooding her bloodstream with hormones. And so far, the hormone thing was winning. Her panties were nearly soaked enough for a visible wet spot to start forming in the front of her pants, and the sounds of the nearby Halo match were making her think of bad slash fiction instead of videogame playing.
Once again Cecilia briefly opened her eyes to try and distract herself from all her inner thoughts about sex. Her gaze happened to be pointed directly at Mrs. Bloom, or to be more precise, Mrs. Bloom's breasts. That pretty much did it. One hand began to slide down the front of her pants...
A faint whimpering noise snapped Mrs. Bloom's attention away from the pulp novel she was reading and focused it directly on Cecilia. All she could really do was sit and stare, thinking Oh shit! as the whimpering grew louder, causing the other students to turn one by one to see where it was coming from. They watched dumbfounded and wide-eyed as Cecilia rubbed herself off with the hand buried in her panties, while the other went up into her shirt and started playing with one of her breasts. The girl with the camera slowly tiptoed around Cecilia to get a better view from the front.
Then something unusual - well, more unusual - happened. As her whimpering turned into soft moaning and panting, Cecilia's clothes almost seemed like they were somehow shrinking and becoming tighter around her body. A sizable bulge started to grow in the crotch of her pants, popping the button off and forcing her zipper down as the fabric creaked under the strain. And her moaning was beginning to sound slightly deeper.
"Wait a second..." Craig, who had really been in the zone, just now realized that he was the only one still playing. "Why'd you guys-"
His sentence was cut short as his ears were hit by the sound of tearing clothes and a loud orgasmic shriek. An orgasmic shriek that morphed into a sort of half-roar, half-meow as it continued. This was finally enough to get Craig to join his classmates in watching the unexpected show.
In the seat where Cecilia had been, amid a few scattered scraps of former garments, now sat a weretigress in the middle of climax. Her cry began to fade, replaced by frantic panting as her orgasm continued. Tongue slightly hanging out, she furiously stroked her impressive and still-spurting cock, her chest heaving behind her now-massive breasts.
She let out one final whining moan as the last few twitches sent a trickle of cum running down her member and into the fur on her balls. She slumped back in her chair, her breathing slowing down and her cock softening just a little. She slowly glanced around at the stunned classmates surrounding her, then up at the girl recording the full frontal view. A small stream of juices flowed from her partly-hidden cunt and dripped down into the puddle on the floor.
Aside from the expected feline features and muscles, Cecilia's sudden transformation had also left her with bigger breasts, a noticeably curvier figure, and a set of cock and balls that dwarfed that of most porn actors. Light glinted off of metal in nearly every place that one could fit a piercing and still have it covered by clothes. And all of it was being recorded for posterity in stunning detail. Cecilia seemed to blush, at least as much as was possible with a face covered in fur.
"JESUS CHRIST, SHE'S GONNA EAT US ALL!" Craig, who was otherwise a pretty open-minded guy, was still stuck in the torch-and-pitchfork days when it came to were-anythings. A couple heads turned to watch him as he ran, screaming, from the room and down the hall. The sound of the teacher's palm slamming the top of her desk brought their attention back in the other direction.
"Cecilia, honey," said a trembling Mrs. Bloom, carefully setting her glasses down on the desk as her nostrils filled with the scent of Cecilia's heat and sex, "I know you didn't do that on purpose, but I think you're about to owe me for a new set of clothes." Her voice sounded a little bit deeper by the end of the sentence.
Mrs. Bloom kicked off her shoes and strolled over to the still-panting tigress. She walked in a seductive and surprisingly casual way for someone whose body was suddenly reorganizing itself. One foot lifted off the ground with a normal human shape and came back down with pawpads, claws, and a few shredded pieces of sock clinging to its fur. The rest of her clothes soon followed, thanks to the growing muscles under her curves and the brand new tail that ripped apart both her pants and panties. Her body gained an extra six inches in height, and even her - well okay, her breasts only got slightly bigger. They had been quite a sight to behold in human form already.
"M-Mrs. Bloom?" Cecilia managed to force out between pants.
Mrs. Bloom gently stroked Cecilia's chin as she talked. "That's right, you've never seen me shift before, have you?"
Of course Cecilia was familiar both forms; the human as her homeroom teacher, and the busty snow leopardess as someone she occasionally saw at that private club for the local werecat community. (Since of course werecats, like any other kind of were, had to have private places to go to around the full moon and do all the things that were generally frowned upon in public.) She'd often found herself staring in public and fantasizing in private when it came to both of them, but had never figured out that they were both the same person. And of course Mrs. Bloom had probably known about her all along.
Cecilia's attention was snapped back to the present when she felt the teacher's hand grip the end of her cock. Mrs. Bloom gave the head a few licks, lapping up the last little bit of semen as her student's member quickly returned to full hardness. The tigress squirmed in her seat from the attention, the slit under her balls giving off the powerful scent of her heat once again.
"Mmm, looks like we're both a bit far from finished." The teacher licked her lips as she stood up, positioning herself over Cecilia's throbbing cock. Her own pussy was beginning to drip onto the girl's lap.
The girl who was recording everything looked up from her camera for a moment and nervously glanced around the room. "So uh, should I, like, stop, or..."
"Ain't gonna matter, honey," Mrs. Bloom said matter-of-factly just before sliding down onto Cecilia's swollen member with a soft moan.
Cecilia shut her eyes and mewed faintly, her tail fluttering as her cock was quickly engulfed to the hilt inside the older feline's hot and slick passage. She then found her chin resting between Mrs. Bloom's breasts as the snow leopardess wrapped her arms around her and started to gently bounce in her lap. Cecilia placed her hands on her partner's hips and instinctively tried to push back, not that she really needed to do much at this point.
Her hands on Cecilia's shoulders, Mrs. Bloom watched her student's face with a contented grin as she rode the girl's cock. The girth was filling and stretching her quite nicely, and the feeling of Cecilia's piercings popping in and out past her pussy lips and massaging her passage made her needy body nearly ache with pleasure. And of course there were the little touches - the huge, soft and fuzzy balls when she sat down, the look of ecstasy and embarrassment on her student's face, and that cute little mewing moan she was making.
Meanwhile, some part of Cecilia was still trying to fight against what her body was doing. You've just transformed, jacked off, and now you're fucking your teacher, all in front of the rest of the class, it said. Who gives a shit? said the rest. She had to admit to herself that the feeling of her shaft being engulfed by her teacher's tight cunt was a pretty convincing argument. So she decided to just sit back and enjoy her teacher's expert cock milking. As well as the soft breasts massaging her face as her teacher bounced in her lap.
Soon she felt her teacher's passage starting to squeeze her cock even tighter. Her climax approaching, Mrs. Bloom arched her back and started moaning with each downward thrust, her tail fluttering in the air behind her. Then she suddenly stopped the bouncing, sitting in Cecilia's lap and grinding her hips back and forth. She let out one last moan that started out soft, then climbed in volume and shifted into a howl as she finally came.
Cecilia joined her teacher in howling as she herself hit her peak. She wildly bucked her hips against Mrs. Bloom as the latter's passage started contracting and squeezing her cock, holding it in place as it twitched and poured a flood of hot cum into her teacher. A few drops dripped and squirted out between the base of her shaft and her teacher's pussy lips, though most of it was sealed in by her teacher's impressive muscle strength.
The rest of it started to gush out, down Cecilia's balls and onto the floor, as Mrs. Bloom's orgasm finally started to wind down and her body relaxed again. Her student's cock continued to twitch inside her loosening passage, releasing a few last spurts as it started to soften once again. Cecilia slumped back in her chair with a relaxed Mrs. Bloom resting in her lap, the two of them panting, still locked together, as their climaxes gradually faded.
Eventually Mrs. Bloom gathered her strength again and slowly stood up, sliding herself off the tigress' still-massive member. The end finally slipped out with a faint slurp, leaving her pussy still gaping fairly wide. She probed three fingers inside her loosened passage, gently rubbing the slick walls. Raising her hand back up to her face, she casually licked the leftover tigress cum from her fingers.
After a moment, the continued scent of Cecilia's heat drew her attention back down to her student. The tigress' cock was still almost fully hard, and the juices flowing from her pussy hadn't slowed down much at all. Panting, she absent-mindedly fondled her balls, occasionally reaching a finger down to rub at her clit. Mrs. Bloom sighed.
"You've still got a little ways to go, huh?" Cecilia nodded a little, still unable to bring herself to speak. "Alright, just come with me then."
Grabbing Cecilia by the arm, she led the girl back to her desk and shoved aside a few books and things to make room. She wrapped her arms around her student and laid back on the desk, forcing the tigress to bend over and expose her rear. The teacher then reached one hand around and spread Cecilia's dripping cunt for the class.
"Now then," she said, eyeing the rest of the students, "I don't suppose anyone wants to give us a hand here?"
Said students looked back and forth at one another. Most of the male students had that "I mean, he's hot and all, but I'm not gay, right guys?" sort of look going on, though as a result of thinking about interspecies sex instead of just the usual dude-on-dude kind. The girl with the camera slowly crept in closer while the silent debate was going on.
"Ah hell," said the one other girl in the room besides Cecilia and the sudden film student, "While we're all letting our secrets out..."
She strolled up behind the needy tigress, unzipped her pants, and lowered her panties, and... Out flopped a rather impressively-sized member. Not quite as impressive as Cecilia's, but hey, she was only human.
"What the?" asked Camera Girl. "Carrie, you've got a... ?"
"Yeah yeah, long story," said Carrie, eliciting a whine from Cecilia by rubbing her cock head against her needy slit.
Somewhere in the back of the room, one of the boys blew a brain fuse and fainted. That really wasn't how he'd imagined Carrie's genitalia. All those showers had been a lie!
Back at the front, Cecilia was whining and squirming as she felt Carrie's cock sliding into her. Her body rocked a little as Carrie bumped into her, hilting herself inside the tigress. Her own cock, the head sitting just between Mrs. Bloom's pussy lips, spurted a bit of pre out over the teacher's clit as she gently rubbed herself against it.
"Now now," said Mrs. Bloom, running a hand through Cecilia's hair while gently gripping the girl's member with the other, "Let's try something a little different, m'kay?"
Cecilia felt her cock head slide down from her teacher's slit, through the soft fur under it, and then come to rest against the leopardess' tailhole.
"So... We ready?" asked Carrie, still standing with her hips against Cecilia's.
"Oh, I think so," Mrs. Bloom replied, releasing her grip on Cecilia's cock and placing both hands on the girl's shoulders.
Cecilia moaned as the girl behind her got started, gripping the tigress' ass and tail while she slowly pumped in and out, bumping her hips against Cecilia's. Meanwhile, Cecilia herself began to slide into her teacher, the soft pucker easily stretching open to accept her girth. She felt Mrs. Bloom's warm body squeezing against her eager cock as it plunged into her practiced rear, the girl's own pre enough to keep the passage nice and slick.
Mrs. Bloom whined softly as Cecilia entered her, feeling each one of the girl's piercings as they popped into her tailhole and rubbed up along her insides. Tongue hanging out, she finally released her breath as her student hilted her, a pair of soft tigress balls resting upon the base of her tail. She then gave the huge member in her rear a long squeeze. The owner made another of those cute, mewing moan sounds.
Cecilia pulled back out a little, plucking one piercing through her teacher's tailhole, before promptly shoving back in. Mrs. Bloom's body shook slightly from the thrust, the head of her student's cock forcing out a small bulge on her stomach. Carrie, meanwhile, was still slowly pumping herself into Cecilia, trying to time herself with the latter's movement.
With the human girl's balls softly slapping against her own, Cecilia started into her own rhythm inside Mrs. Bloom, pulling out only a few inches each time so as not to screw up Carrie too badly. Her teacher's whole body contracted with every inward thrust, the warm, tight passage squeezing her cock while the head pressed out against her partner's stomach.
Soon the room was filled with increasingly loud moaning howls from the two werecats as Cecilia and Carrie gradually sped up. The desk rocked with the force of the tigress slamming into her teacher's rear, spurred on by the human cock furiously pumping against her G-spot. Cecilia's own cock started to twitch and throb, her hips shaking as she felt her climax approaching.
Mrs. Bloom got there first. Her claws dug into Cecilia's shoulders just a little as her body tensed up, suddenly gripping the tigress's cock hard enough to lock it in place; her student was stuck pumping only a couple inches back and forth as her tailhole became too tight to slide through. A few of her other students jumped back in surprise when she suddenly howled out in ecstasy.
Cecilia whined as she fought desperately to get over the edge. She frantically humped her teacher's rear, feeling her cock head sliding just a little against the leopardess's insides, and suddenly exploded into her. Mrs. Bloom's stomach swelled out even further as it was quickly filled with the girl's hot seed, soon giving her the appearance of being a couple months pregnant.
Then Cecilia collapsed onto her teacher, her chin coming to rest between Mrs. Bloom's heaving breasts once again while her cock twitched and spurted a few last streams into her belly. She panted, her body still shaking from Carrie's rapid thrusts into her. She felt the human girl's hands suddenly grip her rear even tighter as one last thrust slammed into her body, causing a small spray of juices from her pussy. Carrie cried out as her own orgasm finally completed the set, her hips bucking against Cecilia while her own cum was pumped into the tigress. The sudden warmth inside her cunt triggered just a few more spurts from Cecilia into her teacher.
The three of them lay there for a minute, hunched over the desk, panting, all still inside each other. Carrie gently stroked Cecilia's tail while they recovered in the fading afterglow. Mrs. Bloom was the first to stir again as she felt Cecilia's cock softening inside her.
"Feels like you're finally done, girl," she said, stroking the tigress's cheek. "Alright, let's get ourselves up."
Carrie slid herself out as Cecilia stood up with a little help from her teacher. The tigress then slowly backed out, Mrs. Bloom's tailhole sucking on her limp cock as it slid out of her. A sudden gush of her planted seed followed as the head popped out, leaving the well-used hole gaping open between the teacher's spread ass cheeks. While it gradually closed up, Camera Girl zoomed in on the sticky waterfall flowing out and down off either side of the werecat's tail.
Cecilia weakly dropped to her knees and leaned against the desk, a streamer of cum still trailing from the end of her limp dick. Mrs. Bloom slowly sat up, propping herself up with her arms, her full belly still sloshing, a trickle of seed still flowing from her rear. Carrie lazily slumped back in a nearby chair to watch the two of them, her own cock still hanging out the front of her pants. A nearby male student leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"So uh, does this mean you're a furry?" Among other things, he thought to himself.
"Fuck you."
"Cecilia, honey?" Mrs. Bloom leaned over the edge of the desk to face her student. "I'm guessing you haven't learned to control it yet?"
"N-no..." Cecilia managed. Mrs. Bloom sighed.
"You're gonna be stuck for a few more hours then..."
Now, the school had a rather strict policy of non-descrimination. As a result, the school's website was soon home to a partially blurred photo of a naked weretigress accepting her diploma from a very speechless principal. And of course that one girl in the front row still had her camera going.