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The girls' locker room. Many a boy had dreamed of finding themselves there and stealing away with a panty or two of a girl. None would admit it nowadays, but every guy had the thought, even if it was just a flash. Something that kicked a primal instinct into the back of their minds, the kind that made them rut like ferals.

Collin sat on the bench, nerves surging through his body while he twiddled his thumbs and wondered why the lockers were pink. A few weeks ago, Collin would have been nervous for a completely different reason. Not about getting caught in there, that fear stayed with him no matter what happened. No, before he would have been nervous about people thinking he was there to steal panties, labeling him as a pervert to his school's history. Now? Now he was nervous as to why his mistress called him here after school hours. Sure it was easy to convince his parents that he was staying after class to do some extra studying, it's not like he had any extra lessons today he'd be missing. But there were still people in the school at this time. Not anyone using the lockers right now, but still.

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside as he focused on something else. Like why the girls' lockers were pink. That seemed a little sexist to his mind, though he supposed so did blue lockers for the boys', which he never actually cared about.

Ears twitched as a toilet flushed in the distance. "Son of a...why can I never get this right?" Tabitha complained as she exited the stall, dressed in her red and white gym uniform for class. Collin noticed a small dab of urine forming near her crotch, and the wolverine's wiggling as she strode over.

"You know, in all my years I still can't figure out how to deal with a little urine after I pee. I think I'm done, but then I pull my cock up and a few drops spill out. It's frustrating," she sighs, sitting down next to the red panda, "Do you ever have that problem?"

"No...I can't say I have."

"You ok?" Tabitha reached over to her sub, "You seem nervous."

He was, who wouldn't be when in the girls' locker room with the herm that owned your ass? Especially since afterschool activities were happening, though thankfully not near the gym. He nodded to her, "A little...there a reason we can't go to your apartment, Mistress?"

Tabitha smiled, green eyes staring deep into Collin's gaze, "Where's your sense of adventure, Kathoey? Like in your games."

"Well, I usually plan out things more and-" Tabitha grabbed him by his shirt collar and shoved him up against the lockers before he could finish. The gym teacher's tongue pushed past his lips, wrestling his tongue into submission while her other hand gripped the cage around his cock through his khakis. The key of which dangled freely from her neck alongside its twin, belonging to the cage locked on his best friend Justin. Both slaves to the wolverine, a fate brought about by Collin accidentally leaving a porn manga on campus.

Best accident of his life.

"You're such a fucking nerd," Tabitha jeered, "Back when I was in school, we used to actually try and stuff losers like you in a locker. Nowadays people just resort to calling shit online. Kids these days, probably so stunted because no one touches each other."

The wah boy shuddered as she reached past his belt, hands clenching around the fabric over his cock, "Oh, my little Kathoey is wearing her panties like instructed. Such a good girl."

Blush filled his face as he smiled back. He had trouble focusing throughout the day since he got the message this morning to wear Tabitha's gift. Now while he didn't need to steal his little sister's panties, he had to worry about hiding a fresh pair or how he'd do laundry with them. Tabitha offered to take care of that, not wanting her little pet to get into too much trouble with his mother. Or maybe she just liked sneaking panties to him during school hours.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, already weak in the older woman's arms. She smiled at her title, or maybe because he said it. Either way, her strong balls softly squeezed his testicles, making the red panda squeal in pain and delight.

"You know, I've had a small fantasy for a while that I've never gotten the chance to try," Tabitha's grip tightened, not enough to cause damage but enough to drain whatever resistance Collin could have mustered, "Would you like to help me out with it?"

He nodded so fast that the room spun for a second. Tabitha pulled her hand from his pants and stuck a pre-covered finger to his lips, "That's a good girl," she whispered, letting him slump to the floor while she grabbed a sports bag from around the corner. He watched in trepidation as she pulled the zipper open, hundreds of thoughts running through his mind on what sort of fantasy his mistress never got to try. She was everything he wasn't, strong, confident, able to take what she wanted without care for the consequences. What in this world could have been out of her reach?

And, more importantly, how could he be a good slave and make it come true?

She snickered as she pulled the red and white school cheerleading uniform from the bag, "Put this on. Keep the panties," she ordered.

He already had his shirt off before she told him, gleefully tossing his clothes into the corner. The well-raised boy in the back of his mind told him that he should fold them up, that they'd be wrinkled if he just let them lay about. But Kathoey didn't care what Collin thought. Collin was just some goodie two shoes that worried about whether people liked him or not. Kathoey let the red panda not care, only focusing on making his mistress smile. And Tabitha did smile, ear to ear in fact as Kathoey put the uniform on.

On reflex, the wah boy reached for his wig, only for panic to present itself when he couldn't find it, "My...my hair," he said, "I...I can't be,"

"Shh..." Tabitha held Kathoey close, "You don't need that wig to be my Kathoey, you little slut," she whispered, "But don't worry, I know just what will help," the wolverine pulled out a hair scrunchy from the bag and pulled the red panda's hair through it, making a tiny bun out of his growing hair. Blush formed behind his glasses, while Tabitha handed him a pair of red and white pom poms, "Give me a cheer."

"A cheer?" Kathoey looked over the locker room. Sure, it was empty except for the two of them, but what if someone walked in? He also didn't know any cheers, twiddling his feet as he stalled for time.

Tabitha clapped her hands, "Give me an S!"

Kathoey stared the the wolverine in confusion, tucking his head into his shoulders as Tabitha stared back at him. She clapped again, "Give me an S!"

Awkwardly, the red panda arched one arm over his head, and put his legs together as he twisted and bent them, trying to form at least a possible approximation of an S. Judging by his Mistress's smirk, he succeeded.

"Give me an I!" Tabitha ordered with a clap. He followed, standing tall and raising one of his hands high, holding the white pom pom as a tiny dot. The wolverine's soft laughter sunk into his fur, letting his cock twitch in its cage as he blushed under the spots on his cheeks.

"Give me an S!" she clapped again, and he followed with the same position, "Another S!" she ordered, and he stayed still, thankful for his bushy tail keeping his balance, "Give me a Y!" Tabitha ordered, leading Kathoey to spread his arms wide at an angle while he stood straight, exposing the full uniform to the muscular wolverine.

"What's that spell?"

"Sissy!" Kathoey shouted, dropping his pom poms to cover his mouth after he said it. The blush in his cheeks enveloped his face as Tabitha laughed. His eyes shifted left and right, checking the nearest exits and entrances to see if anyone had come in to inspect their noise. The wolverine blocked his view, pulling him in for another breathy kiss as she groped his buttcheeks tightly.

Kathoey felt his mistress's hermcock rub against him through their clothes, "You know I always hated cheerleaders," she dry humped his crotch, pushing him to the wall, "Just found the whole school spirit thing obnoxious. Like, no one fucking cares that much about their school. You know?"

He nodded, shuddering a breath as her tented cock toyed bumped his cage. Exposing her teeth in a wide smile, the wolverine pulled down her pants. Kathoey's eyes fell to his Mistress's large cock, bouncing as it escaped the elastic of the sweat shorts. His mouth watered from the scent of her musk, forgetting all about the dangers of getting caught.

"Back when I was your age, I thought of better uses for their mouths," she pushed him down, easy with her strength and Kathoey's willingness as he sunk to his knees. His glasses fogged as he stared at her cock, already dripping pre onto his nose. He'd thought about that cock so much, during breakfast, whenever he saw her in the halls, before sleeping when he toyed with his ass. He already began to relax his ass, begging silently for her to take him.

Then, to his confusion, she turned around. Spreading her toned cheeks, the wolverine exposed her pucker to him and leaned into him, "Kiss it, bitch."

He did so without question, but after he placed his lips to his Mistress's ass, she pressed him closer to the wall, "Lick it, slut. Give your owner a rimjob."

The wah boy tongued along his Mistress's back hole, unsure of what exactly to do but not wanting to displease her. His Mistress hadn't expressed much interest in worship aside from her cock, the tool that fixed itself in the red panda's mind, so he didn't have much experience with his tongue anywhere else.

"Oh...that's it..." she moaned, slowly pumping her cock in earshot of her pet, "Jesus...why did I wait so long to try this?"

A sense of pride grew in his stomach. Ever since he asked his Mistress to take his anal virginity, he had been used by her as a personal hole. Not that he hated it, Collin had always been eager to make people proud, and Kathoey shared that trait when it came to his Mistress. But he'd been worried that he'd make her happy just by taking it. Tabitha, being an aggressive lover, didn't give him many chances to push back and add to sex.

Heavy pants escaped her lips, "Fuck...fuck...it's like a massage for my ass..." she trembled to speak, pumping the cock in her hands quickly, still out of earshot for her slave. Kathoey pawed against his cage, fruitlessly trying to get some stimulation as he rimmed the teacher. Every moan she made filled him with submissive pride, but he couldn't get off on pride alone.

She pulled off him, letting a thin strand of saliva trail from her ass to his mouth before breaking, "Fuck, we gotta do that more often. Maybe I'll have you lick my ass after I fuck you from now on." she said, turning around and putting her impressive and towering cock into his view. Kathoey licked his lips, imagining her grabbing him and fucking his throat raw, dumping her seed directly into his stomach. Both paws fondled his cage now, shamelessly poking his claws through whatever hole they could enter just to stimulate his locked up member.

"Whacha doing there, sissy?" She asked, crouching down to his level and grabbing the red panda's hair, "Trying to get off with your clitty?"

He nodded, earning a light slap from the wolverine as she chuckled, "You're lucky I find it cute, else I'd tell you to stop trying. Though, I'm curious, why aren't you fingering your pussy?"

"That's..." he shuddered in her grasp, "That's your hole, Mistress."

She blinked, he smiled. Even after completely surrendering to her heel, he could still find ways to surprise Tabitha. She pulled him in closer, "Oh? But you play with it all the time, like how you told me you toy with yourself at home."

He nodded, "But with you, it's yours. My fingers aren't enough when I see you."

"Oh?" she stood up, bringing the cock to his face, "So, you want this in your pussy?" she asked, pre dripping onto his glasses.

He nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, bitch."

"I..." he gulped, slowly losing his inhibitions as he breathed more of her scent, "I don't care who comes and sees. I want you in me, please Mistress Tabitha," he whined, hands reaching for the cock only for her to pull it away, "Please fuck your slave's hole."

"Panties, lose them," she ordered, licking her lips as the boy complied. Taking them in her hand, she rubbed the garments across the head of her cock, down the shaft and into the slit beneath her balls, staining it with her juices. Kathoey opened his mouth when she grabbed it, filling his maw with the musk of both sexes as she stuffed them inside.

"I wasn't planning on fucking you today, so I forgot a gag. But you just have a way of pushing me further, Kathoey" she slapped him again, letting the sting linger for a second before she pulled him up, "Hands on the sink, ass out."

Drunk on her taste, he wobbled over to the sink, staring blissfully at his reflection while he steadied himself. If his parents saw him now, he wasn't sure if they'd die of shock or disown him beforehand. The thought lingered, but he didn't care about it no matter how much it repeated in his mind. It did dissipate eventually, when he saw the reflection of his burly wolverine mistress in the mirror.

He still shivered when she applied lube, letting a moan escape the wah boy's lips as she pressed a finger into him to spread the slippery substance. His body still fought against the intrusion, leading him to focus entirely on loosening up as she prodded with a finger. Kathoey wasn't sure why his body struggled as it did, maybe some semblance of Collin's beliefs made were still clinging on despite accepting what he was now. It didn't matter, not to Tabs at least, as she could push on through even if he wanted to stop her.

He never did.

Short breaths etched out of him as Tabitha slowly pushed her cock into him. He groaned as she expanded his hole, spreading it wide for her member to push deeper and deeper. Each breath filled his sense with her scent, while his he sucked in the juices from the panties stuffed into his mouth.

"There we go," she whispered, hilt hitting his backside, "Nice and deep, just how I like it," she pulled back a few inches and pushed forward again, filling the immediate room around them with the soft schlicking noise of the lube as she fucked him. She picked up speed, his moans grew louder as the breaks between schlicks grew shorter and the sound of her hips hitting his became noticeable.

She pulled his head back by his hair, forcing him to look at his reflection, "You see that cute girl in the mirror? The one sucking on her own panties as her teacher rails her?"

He blushed, eyes turning away only for Tabitha to force his head to look, "Look at her, Kathoey. Look at the adorable little slut getting fucked."

The reflection's brown eyes stared back into his as he looked dead on. Shame didn't fill his heart, no matter how pathetic he looked. He did feel humiliated, but there was a warmth to it, or maybe that was just how he felt as Tabitha fucked him.

"As a teacher, I've seen my fair share of cuties around this school. I liked to imagine they all had a dark side to them, a little secret shame they'd get to discover when they finally moved out. But not you, Kathoey. No, I think you figured it out the moment I had you dress up. Granted, I pushed it along, but I never expected you to come to my place and ask me to fuck you."

She leaned in, breathing in his hair and said, "Under all that good boy academic achievement, you're just a horny bitch," she nibbled his ear, "My bitch."

Legs buckled as the dam broke. His arms lost all strength as his cock spurted from its cage, while his ass clenched down on her cock for safety. She kept him from falling, holding the wah boy in her muscular arms as spurt after spurt shot from his cock. Heavy breaths filled the void as she held him in place, both hers and his.

"Did you cum?" she asked. He nodded, though he knew she already had the answer.

"Did I say you could cum?"

He shook his head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she said, shaking her head in the reflection, "We've gotta work on your stamina. After all, bitches don't cum first."

She thrusted back into him before he could apologize, holding him tight. Kathoey looked into the reflection and imagined themselves in the bedroom, wrapping tightly around him as they slept. Trapped, but oh so secure.

She bit her lip as she came, holding back any noise someone outside could hear. Her warm seed filled him, two days' worth of backed up cum would slowly spill from him if her cock didn't plug the hole.

Tabitha leaned back into a locker, taking Kathoey with her as she reached the floor with him in her embrace. If the boy wanted, he could have slept in her arms, forgetting the dangers of being discovered. Despite her aggression, her mockery, and even the blackmail, he felt safe in with her. Like he could be someone he didn't know he wanted to be.

That made it all the worse when she pulled out, leaving him aching for more.

"You can toss the uniform in the bag," she said, pulling the panties from the red panda's maw, "I'll make sure to get this clean for tomorrow. Get dressed."

He did as ordered, returning from Kathoey to Collin with a simple wardrobe change as Tabitha cleaned away his semen that fell to the mats. Any evidence in the girls locker room would put the school in a panic, something neither of them wanted. Collin still thought playing on school property was too dangerous, no matter the time. But if Tabitha asked for him, he'd come running, possibly tripping over his trembling knees in the process.

"You ok?" she asked, staring up to him while cleaning the mess, "You've been looking kind of depressed lately."

"What do you mean?"

She brushed off any dust from her fur as she stood, "Well, you know how you're a popular student to talk about in the break room?"

He nodded. Years of straight A's and being a generally nice student had earned him a following amongst the staff. All except Miss Blake, until recently anyway.

"Well, everyone's been saying you've been looking a bit depressed. Mr. Jinks, has been thinking about asking you what's up, but he's generally too scatterbrained to stay on the thought for long," she grabbed her shorts and underwear off the floor, "So, what's wrong?" she asked, pulling them back over her privates.

The million dollar question. Or was that billion with inflation? Collin didn't know, he wasn't that interested in economics. As for what was wrong, he had an idea about that. He was, after all, blackmailed into wearing a chastity cage and girl clothes because he brought a hentai magazine to school, and recently had his best friend paint his face with cum at his mistress's request. Lots of that were wrong, at least morally, but they weren't what bothered him.

He hugged Tabitha, "I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what? Bad grades?" she jested.

"This is...this is all really fucked up. But, and this is more fucked up to me, I like it."

Tabitha brushed her paw through his hair, "Yeah, it is. But so what? Not like we're hurting anyone...least not anymore," she tilted her head, "Really, I probably should be in jail for the shit I pulled."

He chuckled, "Yeah...but me and Justin were too cowardly to do anything about it."

"And now you're hooked. It's a bit more fun that way," she brought a finger to his chin and pushed his gaze to hers, "So, what are you afraid of?"

"Expectations," Collin let go, letting himself fall to a nearby bench, "I don't know if you've met my mom-"

"I probably have, but I generally don't remember parent teacher conferences that much. Nobody really gives a fuck about what the gym teacher has to say outside of, 'My son has asthma, are you giving him special treatment?' as if they think I don't care about their child's safety. Newsflash, I do. It's my job to care."

Collin tilted an eyebrow as Tabitha ranted. She blushed, "Sorry, please continue."

"Well, they expect a lot out of me and my sister. Growing up in that kind of household, I guess it's kind of expected."

"Don't tell me they actually expect you to be a doctor or some shit. Surely they'd be playing against the stereotype."

He shrugged, "So far it's just grades, but I think they'll push something on me in college. Probably expect me to get a high paying job, have a wife, get kids, and do the same."

"A yes, the American dream of bullshit," Tabitha chuckled, "So, you don't want that?"

"I don't know what I want," he admitted, "And I don't know how to tell them that."

"Just say it."

He blinked, looking up to his mistress as though she said something completely and utterly stupid. "Say it? I can't just say it."

"Did I ever tell you about my parents?" Tabitha asked, taking a seat next to Collin as he shook his head, "My dad was a coal miner with a big mouth that drank beer and spat out sexually phobic bullshit. My mother was a druggie and an enabler, claiming that if it wasn't for the law, she'd have cut my dick off when I came out of her womb and raised like a good and proper woman instead of some fucking dite."

Collin felt the blood rush from his face as she described almost being genitally mutilated so casually. He knew that hermaphrodites had a poor history in the world, with bans on strict gender conformity surgery for newborn hermaphrodites being put in place in the 70's. But to actually hear about it made his fur stand on end.

"So...you're saying I should just suck it up because my parents care?"

"What? Fuck no." Tabitha shouted, "My parents were garbage that didn't care where I went. The only person who did was my older brother, who actually took care of me when shit got too hot at home. Your parents may expect a lot from you, and that may come from a caring place, but that doesn't mean you can't just accept everything they ask of you." she stood up, pacing around the room as she continued, "Hell, if they do care then they should at least listen. You're nineteen, old enough for the government to treat you like an adult. Least you can do is let your parents know your problems."

"But what if they don't care?" he asked, throat growing sore as he imagined their reactions if he told them what he thought, "What if they just kick me out?"

"Then..." Tabitha took a deep breath, "you can stay with me."

"What?"

"Yeah," she smirked, "You've seen my place, I could use a maid," she crouched down to his eye level, "I don't think it'll come down to it, but if you ever find yourself without a place to stay, do not, and I repeat, do not hesitate to call me," she grabbed the collar of his shirt and forced him to her face, "Ask anyone who knows me, and they'll tell you I protect what's mine."