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"And the winner of Hapsfield's annual pie competition of 1965 is," Wanda's ears perked as the pause washed over the crowd. The rat had labored for months finding the perfect pie recipe. Hundreds of ideas tried and tested, many alone given the extra weight she had gained in the process. Wanda Perkly was determined that this year would be hers. That she wouldn't have another year where she had to hear-

"Ann Smith, for her delicious blueberry pie!"

The rat's ears dropped at the all too familiar call. Not once in the ten years since she moved to this college town had she heard her name on the stage. No, every year it was always the same fox with some special pie. Wanda found herself twisting the nearby tablecloth in her attempts to stay straight-faced.

"She's blessed, that one." Wanda could hear the chit chat amongst the crowd underneath all the applause, "Hardworking Husband, her son is the star quarterback at State, and she makes the best goddamn pies I've ever tasted."

Wanda adjusted her glasses before brushing her black bob style hair with her free hand as she watched Ann take the stage. If looks could kill, by god, if they could kill then Ann Smith would be dead as a doorknob before she headed up the first step. Sadly, the rat's dagger gaze had no effect on the bombshell vixen, who barely took notice of her through those long crimson locks of hair that seemed to bring out the teal in her dress.

"Thank you, Judge Golber," she said as she took the blue ribbon from the portly boar, "First off, I must thank my husband for helping me test all those pies. I've been told that artists are their worst critics. So ladies, if you find yourself like Wanda over there,"

The rat's heart stopped as Ann pointed towards her. The rest of the crowd, most of the goddamn community's heads turned to face her. Throat dry and eyes wide, she tried to wave them off with a soft smile.

"Get yourself a man. Preferably before you start tasting your own works as she has."

Wanda wanted to gut her. she wanted to walk right up to that stage with a pie cutter and carve out that tramp's itty bitty heart for the world to see. Instead, the rat laughed off the insult like it was a cute joke between the two of them.

Then everyone else laughed. She knew it was at her, no one would laugh with her. Wanda could see a sadistic smirk from Ann's lips. The ribbon wasn't enough for her.

You can keep it. This year.

Wanda walked off as Ann continued. She had better things to do than be humiliated. Better people who deserved her attention.

***

It was half-past six when Wanda heard a knock on her front door. Closing her book with an audible slam, the rat sauntered over to the front of her apartment. Each step she made sure to carry the echo of her heels to whoever waited for her.

"You're late," she said with distaste. The fox in the doorway had his hands to his side and his gaze fixed downward. She could see his nerves, she had seen them oh so many times that she grew sick of them. But she put that distaste away for now. She had worked too hard to scare him off now.

"I'm sorry, my mother-"

She shushed him, "I don't want excuses. Get in here."

The rat stopped him before he could take another step. With a twirl of her hand, she pointed down to her black heels. The fox looked left, and then right, another tactic she had grown weary of. Seeing no one watching, the fox got down on both knees and gently kissed the toes of her heels. Wanda grabbed him by his short red hair and gently led him indoors.

"Strip and present yourself," she said as she sat back into her chair, casually flipping her book back open as the fox followed her instruction. She wasn't actually reading, and she knew he knew that. But she preferred the appearance of not paying attention. It had to be earned, after all.

Despite being the star quarterback, her fox didn't have the sort of alpha masculine form one expected from football players. He had muscle, but it was hidden. He was leaner than his compatriots, lending himself to a more agile form. She saw it all from his presentment, with his chest pushed out and his arms behind him. Closing her book, she slowly circled the athlete, inspecting everything from his thin neck, his averagely sized arousal, and his tight buns. She giggled as she lightly smacked her book against his ass.

"Have you been working in this area?"

He nodded, "Squats, Mistress."

She smacked it again, chuckling as he flinched, "Good. Your ass is my favorite."

"Mistress, I-"

She shushed him again, pressing her book against his lips, "I know what you're going to say, and it's not your responsibility to apologize for your mother," she leaned inward, "Do so again, and we're done. Understand?"

As he nodded she pressed her book against his erection, "So, how much have you thought of me this week?"

"Every day, Mistress."

"And have you touched yourself?"

The fox shook his head, "No, Mistress. I did...grind against my pillow."

Her laughter echoed the room as she tapped her paperback against his cock, "A pillow? The big tough jock wanted to get off on a pillow. What were you thinking of at the time?"

"You're touch," he breathed slowly, "I missed your touch against me."

"Did you cum?"

He shook his head, "No, Mistress."

She braced her hand against his cheek, "Poor baby," she whined, "You're all backed up, aren't you? So desperate for my permission to release."

He nodded, letting his face rest in her hand, "Yes, Mistress."

"Well, tonight I'll teach you a new way to cum. And you'll be free to do it whenever. Won't that be nice?" she pulled out a pink leash from her chair. At the end, there was a pink collar with a red tag that read Lucy.

"Mistress?" the fox's face looked perplexedly at her as she clipped the collar around his neck, "I don't understand."

"Let's just say that you're going to learn how girls cum," she grabbed his balls, squeezing them slowly to get a silent scream from her pet, "And I have a feeling that you'll love it more than the boys' way. Now, let's get you pretty, my darling."

There was a spark in Lucy's big amber eyes when Wanda wrapped that collar around her neck. The fox's erect cock bounced with each step as they reached the bedroom. The rat had already picked out a set of lingerie for her pretty girl to wear, a black seethrough bra and corset, with long pantyhose and gloves of the same material, with a small thong to finish the ensemble. The rat had taught Lucy how to dress herself enough times to give the fox free reign as she searched her closet for a couple of wigs. She found a short curly blonde one, a long brown one, and a shoulder-length black one.

The tip of Lucy's cock broke free from the top of the panties when Wanda turned back. Her fox had just finished the last of her pantyhose, and the rat had to admit that it fit her well.

"They," Lucy twirled, giving an ample view of her body, "...they really fit,"

"I told you they would," Wanda tossed the wigs to the bed, "After all, it was made to your measurements. It should."

"You mean," Lucy covered her heart with both hands, her eyes watering, "Mistress...I..."

Wanda intervened the fox's crying with a hug, "I just wanted my little sissy to feel special," she groped Lucy's ass, "You're free to be you with me, Lucy. Now," she pointed over to the wigs, "Which one is your favorite?"

With an anxious twitch, Lucy pointed to the shoulder length black one, "That one. It's like Cleopatra from the movie."

"Oh? Are you a fan?"

Lucy nodded, "She just seemed so...beautiful."

The rat leaned in from behind, wrapping her arms around her sissy and running a finger over the fox's erect clitty, "And my little foxy wants to be oh so pretty, doesn't she?"

"Y-yes," the fox squealed between heavy breaths, "Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I know you're pretty, my little Lucy. Why don't you take a seat at the mirror," she whispered, "and put your hands behind your back so I can show you just how pretty you are?"

Her fox practically bounced on the stool while waiting. Fingers twitching as she crossed her arms behind like a good girl. It warmed the rat's heart at how much she had the fox around her finger. She still remembered the shy boy who was on the verge of crying when she saw a peek of him wearing his mother's garments under his clothes. That soft boy with such a hard shell that it just suffocating him.

The jock. The pride of State. All those eyes looking on and praising what he was afraid to stop being. As she tied his hands behind him tight with a pink ribbon, she whispered, "When we're done, you won't see Luke in the mirror."

She used a wig cap first. While his hair wasn't very long, it would make the wig fit better. Makeup followed, first with a mixture of purple, blue, and green eyeshadow to help bring out the bright ambers of the fox's eyes. Second, came the eyeliner, fake eyelashes, and mascara. Despite being Lucy's first makeover, Wanda didn't find it difficult to apply everything. The rat was worried she'd get a few complaints with how frustrating eyelashes can be. A little blush helped bring out the femininity in Lucy's cheeks. After an hour of applying, Wanda grabbed a tube of red lipstick and puckered the fox's lips. The light crimson lipstick didn't glide across Lucy's lips like Wanda imagined the fox hopped, but the application worked all the same.

Finally, the rat gently fitted the black wig over the fox's head. It took a few shifts to get it centered. Once complacent, Wanda leaned in and whispered, "Open your eyes, Lucy."

The utter surprise across the fox's face brought a sense of pride to the rat. Wanda wasn't perfect, but she imagined that with a wide and sunglasses no one else could really notice that blushing fox in the mirror was a star quarterback. With some more practice, Lucy might not even need a hat and glasses.

"Don't cry, beautiful," she whispered as she wiped the tears of joy away, "You'll ruin all of my hard work."

"It's...is this really me?"

"Yes," she reached for the fox's clitty as she leaned in, "It's really you, Lucy."

"Mistress...I-I," she struggled to find words as Wanda helped her up, "I don't know what to,"

"Shush, my cutie," Wanda brought a finger to the fox's lips, "The nights not over. I still need to teach you how girls cum." she pointed to the bed, "Wait for me while I get ready."

Confusion, fear, and by the bobbing of her cock, arousal flushed Lucy's face when she saw Wanda pull a strap-on and lube from the dresser. It was understandable, they didn't exactly have catalogs for these kinds of toys. After adjusting the toy across her crotch, Wanda twirled her finger to have the fox roll over on the bed.

"Take a deep breath," Wanda said as she slathered her fingers in lube, "and relax."

Lucy's breathing sped up as the rat rubbed the lube around her pert little hole. The sharpened as her finger slowly dug into the fox's ass, meeting resistance immediately.

"Relax, Lucy, relax." Wanda cooed, petting her sissy's buttcheeks as she kept pushing her finger in deeper. The fox's moans were restrained, and bashful. The rat took note of the anxious movements from Lucy's bound hands. She smiled, "How does it feel, Lucy?"

"D-different."

Wanda twisted her finger inside, causing a squeal from the fox, "Oh? Different in a good way?"

Lucy nodded slowly, "Y-yes. It's weird, but...can I really cum like this?"

The rat giggled, "Of course. This is how girls cum, though I think we'll need some more stimulation. Would you like that?"

"With...with the cock?" she said between her moans.

"Yes, deary. With the cock. Would you like me to fuck you?"

The sound of Wanda's lubed up finger toying with Lucy's ass was all that echoed in the room. Lucy's face was buried in a pillow, and her hips began to grind against the bed. Wanda's right ear twitched as the fox muffled something into her pillow.

"What was that, Lucy?"

She pulled her head out of the pillow, "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes what?"

"Please fuck me, Mistress."

Dildo lubed up, both hands on her cheeks, Wanda spread Lucy's hole as she slowly pushed the cock into the fox's hole. Lucy's maw opened in silent screaming, but Wanda kept cooing and asking for her pretty fox to just relax.

"Do you know how big this toy is?" Wanda asked as she laid against her pet's back. Lucy shook her head. Wanda bit her lip before whispering, "Eight inches. I'm that deep inside you, you brave girl."

"Now, I'm going to pull back a little and push back in. Can you stay relaxed for me?"

She didn't wait for the nod. The rat rocked her hips slowly as she pulled the dildo an inch out then back in. Lucy's moans became squeals as she kept her ass relaxed, her voice growing louder and louder the harder Wanda fucked. The rat tightened a piece of cloth between her hands and forced it between the fox's mouth like reigns.

"Don't hold back," she demanded between poundings, "when you feel it, cum. Cum like the girl you are, Lucy."

The gagged moans and slurping sounds of the lubed strap-on echoed through the night. Wanda wished Ann was here. Here to see her so-called 'perfect' son pounded while in drag. Fucked by the rat that was lucky to even come home with third place. The rat that had to taste her own pies. The chubby joke, fucking the perfect son from the perfect family.

Ann could have the blue ribbons. Wanda would have her son instead.

The rat didn't stop pounding until Lucy screamed in pleasure. The fox's cum sputtered out from her cock, blanketing Wanda's bedsheets. There was a slushy pop as Wanda pulled her strap-on from the fox's abused hole. A peek at the clock revealed that they'd been fucking for two hours, leading the rat to collapse next to her fox.

"How..." Wanda struggled through her own breaths, "How was it?"

Lucy's make up, with the help of tears, had rubbed off against the pillow. The fox smiled vacantly, "I feel...empty. I came, but I never touched my dick."

"Did you like it?"

The fox nodded, "I loved it, Mistress."

"Good, because you'll get to cum as much as you want that way. I'll even give you a toy, so long as you agree to one thing."

"What's that?"

Wanda reached for the cum covered cock between Lucy's panties, "No touching this. Girls don't cum through their cocks."

"I...I don't know if I can."

Wanda eyed the dresser behind them, remembering the metal chastity cage she bought earlier this week, "Don't worry," she brushed away Lucy's wig to gaze into the fox's amber eyes, "I can fix that."