Chapter 11: School Cock
The bell for first period was a distant, irrelevant noise. In the bustling main hallway of Northwood High, a pocket of stunned silence had formed around them. Students in letterman jackets and cheerleading uniforms gawked, their textbooks forgotten at their sides.
Abigail and Codi were draped over Raven and Lilith like living accessories. Their usual baggy sweaters and jeans were gone, replaced by outfits the futas had chosen: painfully short plaid skirts that barely covered their thick asses, and tight, white button-downs stretched to near-transparency over their massive tits. The top buttons were undone, revealing the dark leather collars buckled around their necks.
Codi had her face buried in Lilith’s neck, inhaling deeply, her hands possessively gripping the futa’s leather-clad hips. Abigail was worse, or better, depending on the perspective. She was locked in a deep, messy kiss with Raven, her tongue working frantically in the dominant girl’s mouth, a low, continuous moan vibrating in her throat. A string of saliva connected them when Raven finally pulled back, smirking at the dazed look in Abigail’s eyes.
“Look at them,” a jock muttered, his face a mixture of disgust and arousal. “They’ve totally lost it.”
Lilith heard him and grinned, sliding a hand down to squeeze Codi’s ass through the thin skirt. “They haven’t lost anything. They’ve finally found what they’re for.”
Raven pinched one of Abigail’s nipples through her shirt, making the nerdy girl jump and whimper. “Tell them, cow.”
Abigail’s voice was a breathy, obedient sigh. “I’m Mommy Raven’s cow.”
“Good girl.” Raven patted her head like a pet.
The second period bell rang, scattering the crowd. But the futas didn’t move toward class. Instead, Lilith nudged Raven and nodded toward the girls’ bathroom at the end of the hall. “I think our heifers need to be milked. They’re looking a little… full.”
The bathroom was tiled in industrial beige, smelling faintly of cheap soap and mildew. The second the door swung shut, Raven slammed the metal handicapped stall open.
“In,” she commanded.
Codi and Abigail scrambled inside, their eyes wide with anticipation. There was no hesitation, no shame. The transformation was absolute.
Lilith unbuckled her belt, her heavy cock already springing free, thick and impatient. “You know the drill, Abigail. Assume the position.”
Abigail bent over the toilet, gripping the porcelain tank, her short skirt shoved up around her waist. She presented her ass, still slightly puffy and dark from the night before, with a desperate eagerness. Raven positioned Codi in front of her, forcing the other nerd to watch.
“Open wide, slut,” Raven growled, lining up her own formidable length with Abigail’s waiting hole.
She didn’t wait for an answer. She drove forward in one brutal, slick thrust. Abigail’s body jolted, a choked scream tearing from her throat as she was instantly filled. The air in the stall was punched out by a wet, slapping sound.
Lilith moved behind Codi, one hand tangling in her hair to keep her facing the spectacle. “Watch how she takes it. See how a good cow thanks her owner.”
Raven set a punishing rhythm, her hips pistoning, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the tile walls. Abigail’s moans were guttural, broken things. Each powerful thrust forced a gasp from her lungs.
Then came the other sounds. With every inward drive, a pocket of air was trapped inside her, only to be expelled on the backstroke with a soft, wet sputter from her stretched hole. A faint, gassy noise accompanied Raven’s relentless fucking.
“H-hear that?” Abigail panted, her voice trembling with a perverse pride. “Hear how open I am for you, Mommy?”
“Disgusting,” Lilith murmured into Codi’s ear, her voice full of approval. “You’re both disgusting little animals.”
Raven’s pace intensified, her breathing becoming ragged. “Gonna fill you up, cow. Gonna pump this toilet so full of my cum it overflows.”
That was all it took. With a final, deep grind, Raven stilled, a low groan rumbling in her chest as she emptied herself inside Abigail’s depths. Abigail convulsed, her own pleasure crashing over her at the feeling of being claimed, used, filled.
As Raven pulled out, the aftermath was immediate and obscene. A thick, creamy torrent gushed from Abigail’s gaping asshole, splashing noisily into the toilet water below. The hole itself remained open, a dark, winking O, quivering with the force of the expulsion.
“My turn,” Lilith said, shoving Codi toward the now-vacant space. “Clean up your sister’ mess with your face, then get your ass up here.”
Codi dropped to her knees without a second thought, lapping at the sweat and stray drops on Abigail’s thighs and cheeks, before eagerly replacing her over the toilet.
The process repeated, louder and messier. Codi’s farts were louder, her gape more pronounced, her thanks more profane. When Lilith finally pulled out, the river of cum that poured from Codi seemed endless, swirling with Raven’s in the bowl.
The two nerds slumped against the stall wall, spent, their asses leaking onto their skirts. They were drooling, their minds blissfully empty, their bodies thoroughly used.
Raven and Lilith tucked themselves away, looking pristine and powerful amidst the carnage they’d created.
“Thank you, Mommy,” the two cows slurred in unison, their voices thick with devotion.
Lilith flushed the toilet, the roaring water drowning out their grateful whispers. She looked at Raven, a dark smile on her face. “First period’s almost over. Think we should take them to the library next?”
Raven’s piercing green eyes glinted. “Yeah. Let’s see how quiet they can be.”