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“Amy Chong, doesn’t belong; she’s so wrong, with that massive dong!” the sing song voices of the mean girls back in high school still rung in the red panda’s ears many years later. Yes, Amy was aware that she was different from the other girls from a very young age, but she just wanted to be loved and accepted, just like everyone else. But people like Chelsea Hemming and her gaggle of girl sluts never made that easy. So, Amy suffered all through high school and even the first couple of years of college. Eventually, she found her purpose and began to excel in her studies; to make things better, Chelsea had some or other family emergency and had to move back home. This left Amy with no one from her past around to drag her down anymore, and the young red panda flourished as a result.

From the outside, Amy looked like an average pretty young woman, with long fiery red hair, honey-coloured eyes and the natural rust and white coloured coat of her species. Standing at five foot five, she was of average height, but somehow, she had managed to remain slim and trim over the years. More often than not, she could be found with her hair tied back into a ponytail at the top of her head to keep her unruly mop of red out of her eyes as she peered through microscopes. Of course, there was one difference however that set her aside from the average woman, the cause for all her torment in her younger years. This also led to her focusing on her work rather than pursuing relationships, she just did not want to deal with the questions and rejection that came with people finding out about her unique physical attributes.

Amy loved science and biology, often trying to blend the two as she created strange new hybrids of different plant species. Some were just for mere looks or practical uses, like a pretty pink lily that was bioluminescent and acted like a sort of natural nightlight. But her main focus was to improve the average food stuff, by incorporating vaccines and cures into everyday foods to help eradicate common illnesses and diseases from third world countries without the need for injections or pills.

While on the surface of things, Amy might have seemed like a saint for her humanitarian work in the bio-engineering field, she did have a couple darker tendencies. When she had learned of a strange new drug that increased a person's libido exponentially, while lowering their inhibitions and almost turning them into an eager and willing slave, she had to try experiment with it. Through some backdoor dealings with some less than reputable dealers, the red panda managed to get her hands on a sizeable amount of the strawberry scented drug. With her contacts in the field, she was quickly able to reverse engineer it and create her own more potent strain, which she began incorporating into her sideline studies. After months of trial and error, she finally had managed to produce the plant of her dreams. She even tested it on one of her interns, while the young rabbit was not yet old enough to drink, she was old enough to eat the raw grapes at least.

“That’s it, good girl” Amy cooed to the young, slender white rabbit bouncing in her lap and moaning into her ear. “Ride my cock” the red panda directed, while her hands brushed over the lapine’s small but perky tits. Tracy was one of her brightest interns, but she was always so damned shy. Amy had caught the young rabbit staring at her a couple of times when she thought her instructor wasn’t looking. All it took was to request a private one-on-one meeting in her office after hours, Amy had offered Tracy some of the new strain of grapes she had been growing, explaining the slight strawberry taste as simply being due to the fruit being a hybrid. Knowing that the rabbit loved grapes and fully trusted her, it didn’t take much convincing for Tracy to gobble up a couple of the large pink hued orbs.

The effect was almost immediate; Tracy began to almost pant and squirm in her seat as she tried to fight the growing heat in her crotch. When Amy moved around the desk and even just lightly brushed the young girls long black hair out the way, the gasp which spilled from her lips was a dead giveaway. It didn’t even take much encouragement to get Tracy to suck her cock either, surprisingly, the rabbit didn’t seem too surprised that Amy even had a cock, all things considered. Unfortunately, Tracy was rather bad at sucking dick, so that notion quickly fell by the wayside. Instead, Amy had her bend over her desk and began to stuff her snug little pussy. As expected, Tracy was delightfully tight and silky, but as much as she wanted to breed the bitch, Amy knew that knocking one of her interns up would create all sorts of problems for her, problems she really didn’t want or need. That was how Tracy lost her anal virginity that night, she was slowly impaled on her instructor’s thick pink length while sitting down in her lap.

“You like that big dick up your butt, don’t you?” Amy couldn’t help but ask with a smug grin. There was something rather titillating about getting academics like Tracy to talk dirty or at least be degraded a bit by dirty talk.

“Y…yes, I like your big dick up my tight little white butt” Tracy groaned back in response, though it didn’t sound that believable. It wasn’t too surprising; however, Amy did have quite a time trying to get the rabbits incredibly snug little asshole to finally relent and swallow her dick. Even now, every time Tracy squirmed or shifted in her lap, it felt like she was trying to strangle the red panda’s cock with her incredibly tight little pink asshole.

Amy wanted to bend Tracy over and just pound the rabbits behind, but this being her first time and with such a big cock, again that would create more problems she didn’t need. Instead, she let the rabbit go at her own pace, while she fondled Tracy’s small tits and even rubbed at her cute little clit. It would take quite some time before Amy was finally able to spill her pent up and messy load inside the skinny white rabbit’s behind, but in that time, she had managed to get the young rabbit off at least three times.

By the time Tracy was finally allowed to leave, Amy suspected she had just converted another woman to becoming an anal slut. She could tell from how the rabbit’s tail was lifted and twitching, she had that swagger of someone enjoying the ache between her cheeks. When they didn’t enjoy it, they walked rather stiffly and tried not to aggravate the ache. Tracy was swaying her hips sensually, almost in over-exaggeration, just so she could feel more of that ache. Undoubtedly there would be plenty more late night study sessions with her in the future.

Her true test came when Amy decided to try to turn the grapes into wine, she didn’t know what the fermentation process would do to the chemical makeup of the drug. She needn’t have worried however, if anything, the fermentation process appeared to just make the drug even more potent. She had tested the wine on a few dates she had met through various dating apps. Though Amy was not entirely convinced it was the wine doing the heavy lifting, for all she knew, it could also just have been the modern-day hookup culture combined with some curious ladies.

The true test came one weekend when she received a newsletter from her old high school, it detailed certain notable people and gave updates of what they were doing now. Of course, she had appeared in the newsletter a few times, but what really caught her eye was one name in particular. Chelsea Hemming, the mean girl who had tormented her for so long. The bitch was now a devote Catholic with a husband and two kids. She looked so proud and happy of the life she now had, as if she hadn’t made Amy’s life a living hell all those years ago. Seeing the vixen looking so happy and frankly, even more beautiful than she had been all those years ago, really pissed Amy off. It felt unfair that someone that had made her so miserable got to live such a wonderful and happy life, as if they escaped being punished. That just would not do, Chelsea needed to be punished; if Karma wasn’t going to do its job, then she would.

“Hey Chelsea, I’m not sure if you remember me, but we went to high school together” Amy began the message. “As you know I work in the field of science, but I feel something is lacking in my life. I saw you in the last newsletter and you look really happy, so I was wondering…if you could perhaps help me find my faith?” God, she wanted to puke just reading that drivel. But knowing Chelsea and how smug she was, the vixen would no doubt lap it up. She laid it on thick too, talking about how she felt she was living a life of sin and how she was an abomination; just some of the same things the vixen had said to her all those years ago.

Sure enough, Chelsea fell for the ruse, hook, line and sinker. She agreed to meet with Amy one Sunday morning so they could take an urgent communion together. When the vixen arrived at her doorstep as promised, Amy was even more eager to enact her plan than before. As much as she hated Chelsea, she had to admit the vixen was strikingly beautiful. Those big blue eyes, framed by long curly golden locks, all set in a face so angelic you would never think she was really such a bitch. Giving birth to two kids had just accentuated her curves as well, there was a nice full chest beneath the plain white blouse she wore, along with a generous helping of pert round ass beneath her black skirt. Amy took the bottle of wine from Chelsea to put in her fridge for later, but first Chelsea wanted to have a little chat and maybe pray with Amy before they took communion.

“I am so glad you reached out to me, Amy” the gorgeous married mother of two began. “I am well aware of our history, and truth be told, I was thinking of reaching out to you too, to make amends.”

“Really?” Amy replied with genuine surprise.

“Yeah, I mean…I know I made your life a living hell” Chelsea continued, though there was a strange air about her. The words sounded good, but they just didn’t sound sincere, like the vixen really didn’t believe in what she was saying. It was all just a façade, meant to make herself feel better and nothing more. It all just sounded so incredibly rehearsed and completely fake. “I was just a stupid teenager who didn’t know any better, can you ever forgive me?” she finally finished off her hollow apology with a dazzling smile that probably worked wonders on the brainless idiots in her church.

“Sure, we were both young and dumb back then. Besides, you’re helping me now, aren’t you?” Amy grinned. “Speaking of which, let me go get the wine and communion wafers. With that, the red panda left the vixen sitting in her living room, while she went and emptied out the cheap wine Chelsea had brought along. Amy made sure to pour her special wine into two small, white ceramic shot glasses with a hand painted golden cross on them. She had specially purchased them just to further sell the whole charade, and they worked a treat, Chelsea even lifted her glass up to admire the craftsmanship.

It was time to begin; Chelsea closed her eyes and hung her head while she led Amy in her first ever communion. Amy, however, did not close her eyes. She watched Chelsea closely, waiting for the part where they would drink the blood and eat the body. The effect was immediate again, even through her rust-coloured fur, it was plainly obvious to see the blush starting to grow in the vixen’s cheeks. Chelsea was already starting to pant a little as she squirmed in her seat. When she opened her eyes and stared at Amy, there was obvious desire in her look. The vixen didn’t even resist when the red panda leaned in and pressed a kiss to her soft lips, nor when a hand came to rest atop one of her breasts over her white blouse. Chelsea just groaned into the kiss, her arousal and desire turning from a small flame into a raging inferno.

Within moments, the vixen was laying on her back beneath Amy, with one of the red panda’s hands beneath her skirt and inside her underwear. The lewd wet sounds of fingers pumping in and out of a needy pussy were the only sound beside the pairs soft moans. Things were going even better than she could have hoped for, she was finally getting to get her revenge on her high school bully. That fact was made even better knowing that Chelsea was or rather, had been a faithful mother and wife up until now. All it took was a little wine made from her special date grapes and the bitch spread her thighs like a cheap whore. Plus, the slick silkiness she felt gripping at her fingers held so much promise for a good fuck too. Chelsea was also experienced, so there was no need to hold back like she had with Tracy.

Perhaps her boring marriage was the reason Chelsea spread her thighs and came so easily, it did feel like her cunt hadn’t been touched in a while. “I’m going to eat your pussy now” Amy said with a lewd grin, which made the vixen gasp and blush brightly in response. If she were really that faithful to her husband, Chelsea could easily have closed her thighs to stop the red panda, but she didn’t. As strong as her drug-infused wine was, it didn’t stop a person from having any sort of self-control, it just lowered their inhibitions. Which meant that deep down inside her, Chelsea really wanted this. Amy was only too happy to give it to her too. She made the vixen sit up on her sofa while she knelt on the floor below and pushed the vixen’s skirt up about her waist, which let her stare up into those gorgeous blue eyes while her long skilled tongue slithered deep inside her high school bully’s married cunt.

The mixture of guilt, shame and unwanted pleasure was even more delicious than Chelsea’s pussy. All those years of cheerleading and now yoga showed, the vixen had some killer thighs, thighs which kept clamping down around Amy’s head every so often. Amy wasn’t a muscled freak, despite her unusual genitals, so she had a hard time forcing Chelsea to spread for her again and allowing her to continue. There was something really erotic about eating out a married woman while she was still fully clothed, her skirt hiked up about her waist and panties tugged aside to expose her cunt. It never failed to get Amy rock hard, which was perfect for what she had in mind next. After getting Chelsea to experience another hard and almost savage climax that had her bucking and writhing on the sofa while gasping for air and uttering her lords name in vain, it was Amy’s turn for some fun.

“Remember all those rumours about me back then, well…they’re true” Amy almost growled as she climbed up onto the sofa and kneeled over the vixen’s lap, with her knees either side of Chelsea’s thighs. Amy worked her own skirt up about her waist before reaching beneath and withdrawing her stiff, thick pink length from her panties and tapping it against Chelsea’s nose suggestively.

“Oh God…” Chelsea blinked in surprise and went wide eyed at the sight before her.

“Yeah, you’re going to be saying that a lot today” Amy chuckled as she began to rub and grind her length against the vixen’s face. “Go on, suck it…you know you want to” was all the encouragement Chelsea needed. Just like there had been rumours about Amy all those years ago, there were rumours about the vixen as well. Thankfully, this one also appeared to be true as the former cheerleader swallowed Amy’s thick length in one go and without much problem. “Guess it’s true about you sucking all that dick back then, huh?” she asked with a knowing grin.

Chelsea’s small dark furred triangular ears lay down flat into her long golden hair as she blushed in response to the accusation, there was no way to deny it either. She had just so easily reverted to her old ways and deepthroated Amy’s dick with little struggle, even considering the red panda was on the larger end of the dick scale. The red panda’s cock was definitely bigger than her husband at any rate, which for some reason made her enjoy this even more. She didn’t know why, but having Amy almost make her gag on her cock was rather exciting, she hadn’t done this sort of thing since college. Even when the red panda withdrew her cock and slapped Chelsea across the face with it a few times, the vixen knew she should have been angry or upset by that, but she wasn’t. If anything, it just turned her on even more, as if Amy was reigniting some long hidden desire she had been fighting so hard to suppress for so long. She was a faithful mother of two, who didn’t do such degrading things, let alone enjoy them. At least, that’s what she had been telling herself all these years, but deep down, she knew it just wasn’t true and this was what she really craved.

Amy didn’t even have to say what she was doing next, the grin said it all and Chelsea watched with growing anticipation while the former target of her bullying slipped back down and between her thighs. The only warning of what came next was a lewd tapping of that heavy, meaty dick right down against her clit. If she were half as faithful a wife and mother as she pretended to be on social media, Chelsea knew she would have clamped her thighs shut then and there. But she didn’t, if anything, she spread them wider for Amy. Her reward was a nice hard dick which filled and stretched her how she wished her husband could but never did. It was all so delightfully sinful, it felt so wrong in the best of ways.

Amy loved every second of the expressions on Chelsea’s beautiful face, there was so much guilt and conflict there. She knew the needy vixen was thinking of her husband, perhaps regretting her life choices up until this moment even. Good, her revenge would be all the sweeter if she left the vixen bitch with lingering doubts about her life. Chelsea wasn’t a lover though, not someone she needed to be gentle with, to make love to. No, she was just a warm, wet hole for Amy to stick her dick into. So, with a smug smirk, Amy gripped at Chelsea’s toned thighs and began to thrust deep and hard, that silky vixen cunt was made to fuck, so that’s exactly what she did. While she might not have had the thighs and hips of a jackrabbit, she sure as shit tried to give them a run for their money with how hard and fast she thrust into the whimpering and groaning vixen. Feeling Chelsea cumming around her cock felt like a long overdue victory, made all the sweeter by the glinting wedding band on the hand that reached up to push back against Amy’s chest, right between her own breasts. The red panda wouldn’t be denied, as much as the vixen whimpered and begged for mercy, she wouldn’t relent, at least not until she made the married woman climax again.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel with Chelsea, the drug-infused wine was strong, sure. But Chelsea had been and apparently was still quite a slut, as much as she pretended to be reborn again. The hand against her chest which had started by trying to push her away, now just ended up gripping tight and pulling Amy down into a passionate kiss. The red panda savoured the taste of Chelsea’s lip-gloss as they made out, all while her hips continued to hammer between the vixen’s toned thighs. The soft whimpers of yet another guilty climax made her lips taste even sweeter, she could feel Chelsea’s resistance crumbling so easily.

By the time Amy finally rolled Chelsea over onto her hands and knees, the vixen could barely move. She couldn’t even keep herself lifted up on her arms as they trembled too much, which suited Amy just fine. Chelsea had a nice ass, so to have her presenting face down and ass up like that, it was quite the view. This time however, when the red panda sheathed herself back inside that married cunt, she slipped a finger in beneath the vixen’s fluffy tail. The strange squeak that escaped Chelsea was a bit telling, apparently that particular rumour may not have been true, Chelsea didn’t like it up the butt like her high school boyfriend had claimed. That didn’t stop Amy however, she just kept her thumb right where it was, every time the vixen stopped pressing back onto her cock, the red panda’s thumb would press back under her tail to keep her moving.

“I think I broke her…” Amy thought smugly to herself when Chelsea finally stopped responding to her tail hole being probed. Perhaps it was time for a change of pace, just to see how far she could really push the vixen. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass now, slut” Amy stated flatly.

“What…no…I don’t do anal” the tired sounding vixen replied, barely able to even turn her head and look back at Amy. The fact Chelsea didn’t even object to being called a slut spoke volumes to just how far she had fallen in such a short span of time, it was definitely a good start and meant she would be able to push the vixen even further than she had initially thought she would be able to.

“Oh really…Then why is your cute little asshole sucking on my thumb like that, hmm?” Amy asked with a broad grin, to which Chelsea had no answer. With a final few pumps of her digit beneath the fluffy tail, Amy withdrew her digit and instead lined her thick cock up with the tiny opening. The way the crinkled little bare fleshy opening vanished beneath just her cocktip was very exciting, ensuring a nice tight grip at the very least. Despite her earlier protests, Chelsea didn’t even try stop Amy when she finally managed to work just the blunt head of her cock past the tight opening. All the dumb bitch did was groan and cry softly, her hands clutched at Amy’s sofa while inch after thick pink inch sunk deeper between her cheeks. Chelsea’s virgin ass felt even better than her married cunt, not only because not even her husband had been in there yet, but also because apparently Chelsea never bargained on ever losing that cherry. Amy had managed to take something extra special from her bully that she could never get back and that more than anything was extremely satisfying to the red panda.

Not even when Amy’s hips finally pressed flush to her perfect backside did Chelsea say a thing; she just let the red panda sodomize her without restraint. Perhaps she really had broken the married woman after all, it was worth it too, the tight heat of a virgin rear gripping down around her dick always felt amazing, but this time more so than any before. She was fucking her high school bully in the ass and the dumb bitch wasn’t even putting up a fight. “You like that big dick up your ass, don’t you, Chelsea?” Amy asked with a broad grin while leaning over the vixen and brushing her long golden hair out the way. Still, the vixen didn’t reply, she just weakly shook her head no and gave soft grunts to each and every thrust of the cock up her back passage.

Not that it mattered to Amy, she was already balls deep up the vixen’s ass and she was going to enjoy it regardless. With her hands holding at the curve of Chelsea’s waist, the red panda got to work and slowly withdrew almost half her length from that tight hole, almost feeling like King Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone, only to sink it back in. Over and over she went, this time using a slow pace as she worked the vixen’s ass open in preparation for a proper fucking. She could see the gradual change taking place on Chelsea’s face, whether it was the drug-infused wine or just her natural instincts kicking in, that pained look was slowly melting away and being replaced with reluctant pleasure. Yes, perfect, Chelsea was going to be just another anal slut for her to use and abuse. The vixen didn’t want to enjoy this taboo act, but she couldn’t help it, especially not when Amy leaned over so she could reach down below and between her bully’s shapely thighs to start rubbing at Chelsea’s clit. That really set her off, finally the lewd groan she had been holding back spilled free, it felt like pouring honey into her own ears it was so sweet and delicious.

“You’re a little butt slut, aren’t you?” Amy almost purred into Chelsea’s ear, right as she pressed her hips firm against the vixen’s rear and gave a slow teasing stir of her thick cock around inside that incredibly tight little hole.

“N…no…I’m a good married Christian wife and mother…” Chelsea said, though it was clearly meant to convince herself more than Amy. The vixen was even staring at her left hand, where her wedding ring continued to sparkle in the light as it taunted her and reminded her of the vows she was breaking.

“Good wives and mothers don’t like unnatural freaks of nature’s cocks up their asses, do they?” Amy almost growled this time; it was something Chelsea had said to her many years ago. She had called Amy an unnatural freak of nature the first time they had been alone together in the locker room after P.E and the vixen had spotted the strange bulge in Amy’s underwear. It wasn’t long after that when all the rumours had started and the bullying had begun.

“They…they do…I do…” Chelsea finally admitted between loud groans; she was now actively rocking her hips and behind back against Amy’s every thrust. Good, she had given in finally, now she was ready. Amy began to pick up the pace as she started to seriously fuck the married mother of two up the ass, her thighs clapping against Chelsea’s pert buttocks at a staccato pace. As if to confirm just how far she had fallen, Chelsea even managed another climax, still with the aid of Amy’s fingers at her clit though, but the fact she came with a thick cock under her tail was more telling than anything. Her conversion to just another anal slut for the red panda was complete, her married ass belonged to Amy now.

Just as well too, Amy wasn’t far off her own climax. With a few last hard and deep thrusts, Amy spilled the pent up load she had been saving just for Chelsea, deep inside the vixen’s guts. There was so much mess however, that even when Amy eventually withdrew her cock from the snug little vixen asshole, some of her mess spilled free. With a devious grin, Amy scooped some of her own cum up onto her fingers and helped guide it into Chelsea’s cunt. She didn’t know if the vixen was still capable of having more kids, but if she was, she would undoubtedly have a hell of a time explaining this miracle to her husband if it took.

Chelsea was too far gone to even notice or understand what Amy was doing to her though, her heart was still pounding in her ears, and her vision was blurred. All she felt were fingers pumping in and out of her, which prompted her to beg for mercy finally. She’d had enough; her pussy and ass ached from the pounding they’d both just taken. Thankfully this time Amy listened and let her rest, she even brought a damp towel to wipe between Chelsea’s thighs and under her tail, before setting her underwear and short skirt right. Not that it actually helped much in the end, not long after, when she was back in her own car, Chelsea could feel Amy’s cum soaking through her panties.

Amy had never felt so good, not only did her balls feel lighter, but she had finally gotten revenge on Chelsea after all these years. On top of that, she now knew her date grape wine worked exceptionally well. It didn’t even take a full glass to work effectively, especially if the person drinking it was such a repressed asshole. Speaking of assholes…Amy frowned when she heard her phone vibrate. It was a message from Chelsea.

“Can we take communion together again next weekend?” the message read, which brought a grin to the red panda’s lips. Perhaps she should try reach out to some of her other high school bullies and see if she could…mend fences.