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The Hawthwaites Recruiter

Chapter 1

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Diana normally didn't intervene too directly with Campus Security. After all, the cougar had her own department in Admissions and Student Counseling, which brought enough work to her day that she normally didn't have time, let alone inclination, to actually interfere with others. If someone screwed up, then they screwed up, and Security and the rest of the administration took care of discipline.

However, this was a bit of a...special case, and one that might net her a little bonus for her intervention.

The cougar stepped through the office door, the cool air of early evening following her and rustling her skirt around her ankles. She had chosen something a little more conservative for this meeting, if only to keep Campus Security guessing. A soft brown jacket, a white blouse that went right up to her collar, and of course, a similar tan-brown skirt that covered her legs demurely all signaled that she was just fulfilling her job as a good, proper woman should do.

It was a lie, of course, but it was more fun to let them think that. She bobbed her head to the bovine security officer that had called her down. He grunted the way that they all did when they were near the end of their shift.

"Where is she?" Diana asked.

"Room three."

"Anything that I should know?"

"She's gonna get kicked out. Just a matter of who's breaking the news to her."

"That remains to be seen, Officer..."

"Heh, she got caught fucking her ass with a plug on school grounds, ma'am. She's not going to get out of this one."

"I think that's my decision this time, Officer...Your name, please?" she asked when he continued to hold out.

"What's it matter to you?"

"Oh, just in case she has something that she needs to say about security overstepping its bounds."

He stood up almost instantly at that, as she had expected. No more thought of the young woman, just thoughts of himself. Diana imagined that he was more embarrassed than actually guilty, but it was the way of young men. Particularly bulls; they didn't seem to have any understanding of teasing, just rutting.

"You calling me a predator?" he growled.

"Not at all, dear, not at all," she said, patting his arm. "Officer...Lester, is it? Well, Mr. Lester. Please keep in mind that Security's job is to catch those that cause problems, and it is the administration's job to punish them."

"..."

"Now, please wait here. I promise, you'll get the chance to lecture the young woman, at the very least."

She patted his cheek indulgently, knowing that it would make him all the more embarrassed, and left the blushing bull at the front desk. It was always fun to play with the men. Sometimes, it was more fun outside of the Society's walls of safety. Out here, you knew that you were playing for real.

The cougar pulled the student's file from the case she carried under her arm, flicking through the paperwork. Her name was Regina, a young rabbit that had been attending the university for the last...yes, six months. Not quite a year, yet, and certainly not long enough to have made a good name for herself. A bad name, however...

"Tsk, tsk."

Diana shook her head. The lapine troublemaker had done relatively well for herself for the first quarter, but during her second, she had started losing her way. Going to class less and less, showing herself off, caught in more than one event of 'public coupling,' as the paperwork so delicately called it. She imagined that the reputation of rabbits had proven itself all too true with Regina.

That had been what caught her attention. Someone smart, someone needy, someone looking for guidance: all these things amounted to a perfect candidate for the Society.

Diana stopped outside room three, pausing at the mirrored window that overlooked the interior. Regina looked about as she expected; wrapped in a blanket due to being caught naked, she still didn't bother to hide her assets. Her eyes were faintly glassy, implying that she was probably on something, and she didn't seem to mind the chill in the room as she let the blanket hang open enough to show - hmm, low-sized breasts, nothing spectacular, but there were dresses that could make that look bigger.

Diana spared a look for herself, as well. Now that the males were out of sight, she unbuttoned her blouse slightly, letting it run down to mid-cleavage. Not enough to show herself utterly, but enough to give a little camaraderie to the young woman waiting for her. A little slick to her fur, pulling it back to keep her professional, and...

Hmmm, can't do anything about the skirt...but I suppose that will have to do. The walk is more what you need, anyway.

Chuckling to herself, the cougar stepped up to the door and opened it. The rabbit jerked upright, sucking in a breath.

"Ms. Regina Hart?" Diana asked.

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

A familiar response, she felt, something that the young woman had probably said more times than she knew. Probably an attempt at a catchphrase. She recognized the tone: someone that wanted attention, someone that had been desperate to sound interesting enough to keep eyes on her. That had probably been what led her to the sort of trouble that she was in.

Truly, a good candidate.

She smiled, throwing a slight sway into her walk as she shut the door behind her. Not much, just enough to look like someone showing off...and it worked.

Ah, interested in females, too. That is a good recommendation.

She sat down, letting the file settle in a loose pile in front of her. Covered, so that there was that hint of intimidation; sloppy, so that there was that hint of hope. She wanted both.

Regina certainly seemed to sober up, finally, and the young woman pulled her blanket closed around her. Not completely, not hiding herself the way that some girls did, but enough to keep her tempting flesh from showing. She knew the score, clearly.

"So, what's the fine today?" the rabbit asked.

"No fine, I'm afraid, my dear. Things have gone a little too far past that."

"Oh, great. So, what, suspension?"

"Expulsion, actually."

"What?!"

Oh, there it was. That hint of desperation. Not so high, then, and certainly not so carefree as Regina had been pretending. Diana looked up through her eyebrows at the other woman, pretending to be adjusting herself still as the rabbit looked this way and that, ears up and nostrils flared in the same ancestral instincts that had kept them alive when hunted by predators. It died off quickly, of course - it always did - but the young woman moved from fear to an attempt at sultriness that was almost embarrassing.

"H-hey, there's no need for that. I mean, I can learn my lesson. And you...you look like you could teach it."

"Hmmm? What are you suggesting, Ms. Hart?"

"Oh, uh, you know. You know how it goes, heh. Sometimes a young girl like me...we just need a little...discipline."

It was the clumsiest flirt that she had suffered through in a while, and even if she had been interested in taking advantage of it, she had little incentive with someone this clumsy. Besides, she had better offers elsewhere.

She folded her hands together over the folder, shaking her head as she looked across the table. Waiting until Regina's smile died, she put on one of her own.

"Ms. Hart, I'm afraid that this is a rather serious occasion. I appreciate that you find me attractive, but that isn't going to save you from having to make a choice tonight."

"Great. What's it going to take to keep me here, then?"

"Abrasive, aren't you?" Diana asked, shaking her head. "That is not a very attractive attitude, particularly for someone that obviously wants attention."

"Gets you to pay attention, doesn't it?"

"Not the way that you want me to."

"I - it was just - wait. Are you...are you actually..."

Diana shook her head, waving her hand dismissively.

"No. At least, not in you."

"...Oh."

"But that can be changed. Not tonight, but it can be."

"If I'm not expelled."

"Well, now." The cougar smiled. "That is precisely what we need to discuss."

The threat had been shaken about. Now, it was time to offer the carrot to incentivize her. Diana casually shifted the file to the side, then folded her hands before her on the desk.

"There is a way for you to get out of this, Ms. Hart. There is a place for young women like you."

"Oh god, you're not going to send me to a convent, are you?"

"Only in a manner of speaking," Diana said, unable to keep from chortling. "Oh, goodness, but that would be a funny way for us to see ourselves."

"Us? Wait, what are you talking about?"

"I'm getting to that, dear. Now, you want to stay in school, or at least, at this university, yes?"

"...Yeah."

"And you don't want to be kicked out, or sent somewhere else, with this sort of crime hanging over your head, do you?"

"No. Hell no, I don't."

"Then you want to listen to me right now, and listen very, very carefully."

Smartly, the girl leaned forward, almost as if she knew that she was being allowed to learn some great secret. It was a good start, something that Diana had been hoping for. The cougar leaned in just as far, keeping that feeling going. A good girl, one that had been allowed to listen to the secrets of real women, at last: that was the feeling she wanted Regina to hold close right then.

"How much do you know about the Hawthwaites Society, dear?" Diana asked.

"What, that sex club that all the males brag about?"

"Hmm, hmm. That answers that question," she said with a put-upon sigh. "I had hoped that you were more open-minded than that, dear."

"What's wrong with calling it that? That's what it is, isn't it?"

But she wasn't sure, was she? Diana could see the little hint of confusion, the look of irritation of someone's preconceptions being challenged. Someone that hadn't calcified their thinking just yet, then, someone that was a little nervous about getting it wrong. Oh, yes, yes, yes. The cougar could feel that hunter's instinct kicking in, and she loved it.

"Not at all, dear. It's a Gentleman's Club, a society for men to come in and enjoy, yes, but it is first and foremost a society of women...and it protects women, let me assure you. Those that are worth protecting, at least."

Of course, there were always the stories of those that the Society had to push out, those that were made to leave and suffered some untoward fate, but that was always an earned moment. Hawthwaites did not just remove a member without cause, after all, and it took repeated demonstrations of idiocy and disobedience - very willing disobedience - to get one removed from its ranks.

She wasn't going to go into details about that, however. There was little point to someone that might turn the deal down. She doubted that would happen, though; Regina was too curious by this point. The rabbit twisted that around in her mind, obviously trying to puzzle it out, and Diana let her have the space to do it.

Not yet. Not yet. Give her time, make her think she's being allowed to make her own decision...

"Then...what is it?" she asked. "Some kind of...I dunno, brothel?"

"No, dear. It's a Society."

"It's a club."

"No, no, no. Clearly, your teachers have been failing you. A 'club' is just a little organization, a group of shared interests. A 'Society', on the other hand, is something much greater. It is a culture all its own, and a place of protection for those that have the same values. Ones that you could learn, dear, and ones that you might feel are right for you."

The more she spoke, the more obviously confused Regina grew. It was almost amusing, tempting her to baffle the younger girl further. Having confidence was good, but that had to be chipped away, dropped down a few notches until she earned it. The Society would be good for that, she knew, but she'd have to take it further.

But slowly, slowly. The cougar's instincts were good at finding prey, but too much playing around would chase it off. She needed to take it slowly. Gently. Surely.

While Regina was still noodling at the concept, Diana took the time to lean back. Just enough to show herself off a bit, taking a deep breath that lifted her breasts, showing her curves, just a gentle movement. She imagined that her friends would have recognized the movement. It was a clear nod to the whole 'look at me, I'm not bothered, but I am sexy' sort of attitude that all of them perfected. Only a Hawthwaites girl could do it like she could, however; it gave the perfect amount of blatant exposure without actually showing any interest in those that looked back.

And it worked to get Regina's eyes on her once more. The rabbit's gaze found her breasts, stayed there, and only left when Diana curled her finger up, directing the student's gaze back to her face.

"Ah ah. Here, dear."

"Sorry, I just...how did you..."

"The Society will teach you many tricks. We have a way of keeping our men wrapped around our little fingers."

"...All of you?"

"It is a Society for women, dear."

"I thought that was fucking Amazons."

"Hah. Oh, dear, me. That would be something, wouldn't it?" The very idea of them all running around in jungle attire, showing so much more skin than they already did, trying to be muscular and powerful, imitating men rather than being themselves. What a silly concept. "No, no, we're more precise than that."

"Then what the hell are you? Why do all the guys keep coming back talking about...I dunno..."

"Suddenly shy?"

"No! Just...just..."

"Mmm, starting to see it, are we?" Diana asked.

"...The hell...what..."

Regina's eyes widened. It was always a moment of realization for the other girls when they understood that there was something off about their memories of the large building just barely inside the campus grounds. It had always been there, but most of them barely thought about it, even when they had boyfriends that went inside and did things that would have destroyed most relationships.

Come on, girl. I think that you can see it...show me that you understand...

"...I...that...that bastard!"

There we go.

Diana smiled as Regina leaped to her feet, all but screaming about a former boyfriend that had probably been at the Society a number of times. Someone that had come back, someone that had felt weird, someone that had smelled like other women but she had never actually been bothered about it. Not for a long time. Not until now, when the shroud of secrecy had been slowly pulled to the side.

Usually, of course, it took a great deal more to get someone to see the truth of what happened at Hawthwaites, but she had believed that Regina had something to her that made her special. This little insight was just one example.

Now, to come in for the kill.

"Ms. Hart."

"That fucking rat bastard! He went down there to fuck girls and I never knew about it?! What kind of -"

"Ms. Hart. Sit down."

"..."

"Now."

It was the purring voice of a cougar that put the prey-species back in her chair. Diana chuckled to herself, shaking her head.

"Now, you have a little idea that we offer something different, yes?"

"...Yeah..."

"Good. You understand that this is quite the secret, I can tell. I'm offering you a place there."

"Why the hell would I take a place with people that let all those males fuck around however they like? You let 'em -"

"These males would be doing this regardless, dear. There's no getting around that. But at least this way, they slowly work it out of their system. And your former partner's fatal offense wasn't cheating, was it?"

"...No..."

"No. And in the meantime, the girls working at Hawthwaites are safe. Very, very safe. Once you're inside, nobody will ever know who you are unless you tell them your real name."

"That sounds like magic."

Perilously close, dear, perilously close. But that was neither here nor there, so she shrugged off any answers to the question.

"Regardless," the cougar continued. "I am offering you a place at Hawthwaites. Considering your near-addiction to attentive eyes, and your inability to find a way to indulge that safely, I believe that you need some...help. And we may be able to offer that."

Regina didn't answer. Nor did she stare, gawking the way that other girls might have done. Instead, she kept a steely-eyed gaze, almost like she didn't trust the offer on a silver platter. Diana respected her for that; there was something rather refreshing about someone that didn't just leap for it immediately.

Instead, the rabbit looked down at herself, at the blanket wrapped around her. She shifted in her seat, a little squelch just barely audible. It seemed that whatever toy she had been using was probably still present. Diana looked down at her wrist, checking the time. If they hurried, they might just be able to get her fitted for work tomorrow.

Yet, the silence continued on. The cougar's tail twitched, but she kept it behind the chair, ensuring that no movement was seen, no tap heard. It was the silence of a hunter cornering its prey, and despite their civilized conversation, that was precisely what was happening right now. There was only the -

"And if I don't say yes?" she asked.

"Then you are gone."

"...That's blackmail," Regina hissed.

"If you want to see it that way, yes, I suppose it is." Diana chuckled softly. "But keep in mind, dear, we have never talked to you before this. Nobody from Hawthwaites approaches a student without the rest of us knowing. And you were already going to be expelled before I came here. You put yourself into this mess, you threw yourself into this hole. I'm not saying 'do what I say or fall.' I'm offering you a rope after you've already jumped in."

"..."

"But if you want, you may decline. You will leave this university, and you will never hear from us again. In time, you will forget all about the Society and your little discovery. And it will be as if it had never been.

"But if you take the offer, then we will not only ensure that you stay here at university, but you will be given a second chance...and this particular event will be scrubbed from your records, of course."

"You can do that?" Regina asked, blinking.

"The Society has many graduates, dear. Not all of us stay here, but enough of us do."

And a few that went back far past their prime, to be fair. She doubted that this would be an easy internship for Regina, but with that much hunger to be seen, she knew that there were few other choices for the young woman. She needed this, craved it, and if she didn't get it with the Society, she'd get it somewhere else.

Somewhere that might put her in the gutter. A waste of a good woman.

"So, what is it going to be, dear?" the cougar asked.

"..."

"I believe you have, oh, ten minutes to decide."

"Bitch."

"Hmm, I think you'd best save that term for your dog colleagues, should you choose to join," Diana said, shaking her head. "I'm far from a 'bitch.' Until I get the strap-on, that is."

The blush was a lovely little seasoning to the moment. The young woman really didn't have nearly the experience that she pretended to have, and it was clear that she was not ready for the big events just yet, no matter how much she pretended otherwise. It was something that she would have to teach Ms. Hart, but that was something for another day. All she needed now was the final yes.

The moment stretched on, yet Diana felt nothing but surety. This had been a perfect hunt. She had her prey pinned, the choices laid out properly. It was no different than driving one's prey to the cliff. None would jump to escape their deaths; they would all turn, all beg, knowing that it was futile, just in the hopes that it would turn out different for them.

Regina was no different than they were.

"Fine."

"Hmm?"

"I'll join your little...Society."

"That's what I hoped you'd say, dear."

With that, she reached to the depths of the pile of paperwork that she had brought with her. Underneath all the little bits of Regina's personal file and the little padding sheets that she'd added to make it a little more intimidating was buried the contract for the Society proper. She tugged it free, pulling a pen from her jacket pocket before lying it down on the table. She pushed it across to the rabbit, who signed it without so much as reading the first line.

Truly, too easy.

"Now, stand up, dear. And put the blanket down."

Regina's blush got worse, but to her credit, she did as she was told without question. That was not the magic of the Society, either, which could compel the obedience of youth to those more experienced. That was merely her own eagerness, suppressed beneath embarrassment and confusion, but not yet snuffed out.

As the rabbit stood up, the blanket sliding off her shoulders like a cloth waterfall, Diana was treated to the full view of the other woman. She had a lovely body, one that was obviously meant for running, athletics, but with a hint of the curves that the job required, as well. A small pair of breasts, handfuls and perhaps less, adorned Regina's chest, too small to really need more than basic support, but enough to catch the eye. Pink flesh shined through the fur, just enough to keep someone curious about how sensitive she might be.

Diana looked her up and down, clinically and intensely, and that pink burn through the rabbit's cheek fur spread down her neck. She had muscle, lean but definitely present, along the abs and near the lower part of the belly, running into a taut little bottom and powerful thighs. There would be quite a bit of skill in bouncing on a toy for the public, she imagined, with thighs like those.

Further down, a rather tight sex, something that a few lucky young men might get to see in private, and perhaps some women. She turned her hand, gesturing for Regina to turn in place, and -

Yes, there was the toy, a bejeweled plug that stood out between the cheeks. Just enough to pull on if one chose, but not enough to hamper movement. To her credit, the rabbit seemed rather used to the intrusion, just not in front of someone else. She didn't have the full smell of arousal on her, though, which made Diana curious.

Too scared to be aroused, perhaps? she thought. Or just too shocked?

Either way, it was something that they could handle at the Society later. A good Hawthwaites girl knew how to handle her needs while still presenting sensually to their customers. But need did have to be shown; the males that came to visit demanded that they be seen as desirable, after all.

She put that aside, nodding to herself as she got to her feet.

"Have you ever taken your measurements before?" Diana asked.

"Only for a training bra."

"That will be unlikely to suffice for our occupation."

"I figured. What'll I be wearing, pasties and a thong?"

"Hardly." Diana smiled, pulling out a business card from her other jacket pocket. She held it out. "This is a seamstress in town that we keep on retainer. You will visit her tomorrow and get your clothes made. Tell her that a new intern has come to Hawthwaites and needs proper attire."

"You...you're making me..."

"The Society is paying for it. We pre-pay her for everything. But you will come to the Society tomorrow night for your introduction."

"I - that soon? I thought...I mean..."

Oh, she was having second thoughts. A pity, that. It was far too late for that sort of behavior. Diana lifted the young woman's chin, curling her claw just enough to make the point very deliberate against the underside of her chin.

"Dear, dear. It's never too soon to learn."

"But...I..."

"Dear..." Oh. She was purring. She had almost forgotten that she could do that. Diana chuckled, the sound a throaty roll amidst the rest of the purring noises. "Let me teach you something right now."

"W-what..."

"All the things you thought you knew...all those little tricks you had for getting out of trouble?"

"U-uh-huh?" Regina wheezed, her breath coming faster, nostrils flaring, eyes wide and narrow.

"They're done. You are part of the Society now. And more...you're my sponsored girl. And you don't want to disappoint me, or embarrass me, do you?"

"..."

"Do you?" she asked, curling her claw just a bit higher, drawing a gasp for the rabbit below.

"N-no..."

"Good girl..."

Smiling, she pulled Regina in with that claw-tip, giving her a soft peck on the cheek. There was no need to take it further than that. Not yet. The girl would learn what it meant to come up through the Society. Perhaps there would be something in her that defied the prey stereotypes; she had enough fire to try all these stunts to begin with, so there might be a surprise or two waiting.

Or, perhaps, she might become something of an easy, eager woman, confident enough to bear the punishment of the outside world when she eventually left. In either case, the Society would give her what she needed to survive.

Patting the rabbit on the cheek, she nodded back to the blanket. As Regina 'dressed' herself, Diana picked up the file and pulled the paperwork detailing the rabbit's most recent trespass from it. A few delightful tears later, it was nothing but colorful confetti raining to the floor.

"Um..."

The cougar looked up. Her newest girl blushed as she walked around the table, the blanket barely coming down to her upper thighs. The smell that had been missing before, that slight aroused smell, was most definitely there now. She shifted from one foot to the other, obviously struggling with her words. Diana smiled, offering no help, not even a 'yes'. Eventually, Regina cleared her throat.

"I don't suppose I can bum a ride off you?"

"Dear, dear, no."

"But...but..."

"But I will not leave someone like you alone. Why, some unscrupulous person might take advantage of such...luscious flesh."

Oh, such urges that could be enjoyed just then as she drew a tracing claw along the rabbit's jawline. It would be simplicity itself to remind her of the feral memories of her ancestors. One bite, one little claw mark left behind, and the shivering, panting young female would be all but hers forevermore.

But that was for another time. She had one more obligation to take care of before she left for the night, after all.

"Go wait for me out front. I'll follow you in my car when I finish up here."

"You...you promise?"

"Of course, dear."

Regina hustled out, the blanket flying up just enough to show her rump again. Diana chuckled as the door closed, gathering up her paperwork. Oh, this was going to be just delightful.

Provided it didn't blow up in her face, of course. She was going out on a limb to save this girl from expulsion, and while she didn't like leaning on blackmail, she had a feeling that she might need to use it from time to time to keep Regina on the right path at the Society. She had just enough fire to be worrisome.

But that's part of the fun, after all.

Shaking her head, she gathered herself and left the room. Officer Lester still required seeing to, and even as she opened the room, she could hear him shouting at Regina. Ms. Hart, to her credit, wasn't shouting back, but it did mean that the bull still needed to be put in his place.

For once, she wasn't surprised or bothered by that. It meant that all this...desire...had a place to go. She would have preferred a better subject to let loose with, but she supposed that the bull would have to learn. One might get the horns from the bull, but the bull got the whip from the 'cowgirl.'

She smiled, clawed fingers curling in anticipation...

The End

Summary: A new saga of the Hawthwaites Society, with a literal cougar inducting a troublemaking rabbit into it.

Tags: F/F, F/solo, Teasing, Domination, Femdom, Series, Modern Fantasy, Magic, Nudity, Plug, Embarrassment, Cougar, Rabbit, Bull, Wet, Hunter, Pred/Prey,