Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

166. Trio of Debauchery

TUG: Trio of DebaucherySargentyoloSummary:

Taylor Han is a boy who looks like a girl because he likes it. Cassie Harthwright is a boy who looks like a girl because it's convenient. Macy-Lyn Dunning is a girl who has a massive dick. Those last two things are supposed to be a secret but things don't always go as planned. Together they form an unlikely trio that— let's face it— isn't getting up to any good.

Notes:

This is my shameless kink series that I won't be apologizing for. It's basically an excuse to write about feminine boys, girlcock, and bullying all at the same time. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Hello TUG, Goodbye ProstateChapter Text

At a certain point in time, located in a certain somewhere, with certain people of a certain (but most assuredly legal) age, existed a school.

Certainly.

And now that the word "certain" has been ruined for you for the next hour, we may begin our tale.

The school in question was The University of Greatness. TUG to most.

You see where this is going.

Within TUG existed three people of note. We meet our first within the confines of locker two-six-two.

"Hello? Hell-oooo?" A light, sweet, and most assuredly feminine voice calls from the locker. "Can anybody get me out of here?"

A passing group of four girls catch the call for help and, in a rare case of mercy that is generally unknown to the students of TUG, open the locker for the trapped voice. Out comes tumbling a girlish figure that is short and cute.

"Oof!"

The group of girls stare at the figure as they stumble to their feet, fixing the red framed glasses on their face. Sighing in relief, they beam.

Their slender form stood at only five feet, even with their heeled booties that added an extra inch of height. Cerulean eyes stared with openness that was far too vulnerable, with peach skin and a rosy complexion. Their bright pink hair was tied back with two puffy scrunchies into two bouncy twin tails and multiple clips were used to keep said hair out of their face.

An oversized, pastel yellow sweater that exposed the white frilled dress shirt hidden beneath. It still revealed the fact that they were very much flat chested. A teal, plaid skirt that stopped just above their knees and their legs were clad in sheer black tights.

"Thank you!" They chirp, bouncing on their feet.

They receive no verbal response, instead the group of girls lean in and whisper to one another. They wait in confusion until the girl at the front who released them from the locker, taller than them by a few inches, turns back to them and asks:

"You're Taylor, right?"

The now named Taylor nods. Interactions that started like this generally didn't end well.

While before the four girls remained indifferent, now they were grinning and giggling amongst themselves. Interactions that started like this ended particularly poorly for Taylor. Another girl leaned in.

"TaylorHan, right?"

Trembling a little, Taylor nods again. Now they're all laughing outright.

Girl A at the front, who we'll just call the leader due to her height and general leader-ness, recovers first. "Oh my God, it's actually you! We thought you were an urban legend or something!"

Girl B, who looks to be the sharp, cold, and smart type, nods. "Indeed. The student leaders at orientation were telling us about you. It just sounded like something to scare freshmen though."

Oh great, Taylor thought dimly,now I'm a story for freshies.

Girl C, a tomboy if ever there was one was still laughing, and Girl D, who looked as cute as Taylor and even stood slightly shorter, pointed and finally squealed out:

"It's the girly-boy!"

Okay, not the most flattering way he had ever heard it, but then again, Taylor had definitely received worse.

"U-uhm, yeah. That's me... I guess..."

You see, Taylor was the unfortunate case of having grown up in a family of only women. Three older sisters, two younger ones, and several dozen female cousins. He had two moms, and both of them only had sisters too, so he had a litany of aunts as well.

He didn't have some tragic abusive backstory, either; at least, not in regards to how he dressed and acted. He had just grown up surrounded by girls being girls and women's fashion, and by this point he knew it better than even some of his family did. He wouldn't have been able to dress "like a boy" even if he had a whole store to himself.

So he went with what he knew and dressed like this instead. He thought he was pretty cute, too!

"Wow, you're way prettier than they let on," Leader girl circled him, taking in his appearance. "Whoa, is your hair just, like, naturally this color?"

"Y-yes?"

There was a general hum of interest. Apparently he had a rare condition that did this, his sisters were the same.

Tomboy girl piped up. "Does that mean the other thing is true, too, though?"

"Wh-what other th-thing?" Taylor asked as the four girls surrounded him.

The sharp one leaned down and lifted his skirt. Yelping, he flushed brightly as they all laughed.

Ah, thing.

Visible beneath the tights he wore was a pair of red, polka dot panties with a flowy frill around the leg holes and a matching red bow on the front. A small (emphasis on small) bulge was visible if one bent over to look for it.

This one took a little more explaining.

See, Taylor had a habit of finding himself in situations of the— how should I say it?— nerdier variety.

His sisters and cousins, both younger and older, made it a habit to prepare Taylor for his school life by using every bullying technique possible on him. Of course, it became increasingly obvious over time that he would never get used to it, and that was part of what made him such an enticing target to so many.

He pressed his skirt down and tried backing up, only to bump into Leader girl.

"Oh wow! Girls, this is our chance to cement our place here!"

They all trilled in agreement and Taylor squeaked.

"And b-by that you m-mean...?"

With a girl in front, behind, and to both his left and right, he had his tights pulled to his ankles and a pair of hands each grip a side of his panties.

"W-wait! Y-you don't have to d-do this!"

Leader girl gave him a barely apologetic smile. "Sorry dude. Dog eat dog and all that. No way am I ending up on the bottom of the totem around here. That's a death sentence!"

Not like they had to tell him. TUG was known for it's absolutely ruthless student hierarchy. He was intimately familiar with the bottom of the totem considering he basically was it.

And with no other words than a countdown, each girl lifted as Taylor felt his ass get yet another vicious all around wedgie, squishing his junk as he screamed in a manner that befitted his wardrobe. Sixth wedgie of the week.

It was Monday.

/\~\/~/\

Recall that this was a story about three people, yes? We'll see more of Taylor soon, worry not.

Hm? You didn't really think four girls that were referred to as Girls A through D were going to be main characters, did you? They didn't even have designs! They're recurring plot devices, at best!

Anyways, the next colorful character we shall be following is... Well, anything but colorful.

"Emo" as the kids say. Or "goth"? Maybe a kind of... Grunge? Dark. Their aesthetic was dark.

Queue those returning plot devices, walking down the hall after having brutally wedgied Taylor's panties into fine threads and shreds and leaving him back in the same locker they found him, Leader girl sighed contently.

"Man, that was fun! I can't believe we actually got them over his head! I thought atomics were, like, a cartoon thing!"

The rest agreed. It was an impressive bout of wedgies that had occurred.

A rough but girly voice cut through their chatter. "Hey, freshies. Shut the fuck up. You're too damn loud."

They all startled, having not even noticed another person in the hallway. Standing in the shadows was a lithe figure, back to the wall as they glowered at the group.

"Hey! I'll have you know we just wedgied that cute boy a few paragraphs back!"

Watch it plot device, that wall was just rebuilt.

Rolling their eyes, the figure stepped from the shadows, allowing them to get a better look at the rude, potty-mouthed individual.

Oil black hair in a sharp bob cut framed their face but their undercut left their features fully visible. Pierced ears, pierced brow, and, sure enough, a pierced nose. If you looked down, they even had a naval piercing. Their skin was pale, almost ghostly white. Their eyes were gray, surrounded by black eyeshadow, their face looked stuck in a permanent scowl. They were short, just scraping five foot three, but still somehow managing to look down on everyone.

Their clothes matched their hair: black. As if to make up for the fact that their skin was nearly sheet-white, all their clothes were the opposite. What could barely be considered a crop top covered their chest, ripped along the bottom, leaving both shoulders, collarbone, and clavicle fully exposed. It'd be almost scandalous if not for their completely flat chest.

They wore a pair of shorts that were dangerously tight and ripped to expose threads at the leg holes, coming up to just below their belly button and riding up their ass to expose undercheek. Their belt was studded with spikes, and they wore bracelets to match it around each wrist. Fishnets covered their legs and ended at a pair of black converse shoes.

They also had an absolute dumptruck ass. Just saying.

They growled. "I don't give a fuck what bottom-of-the-barrel loser you brats diddled. It has nothing to do with the original point of shutting the fuck up."

Sharp girl glared. "And who exactly do you think you are?"

They were unfazed by the tension. "Cassie. Terrible to meet you. Now shut your damn mouths, harpies."

Offended, the girls found themselves surrounding someone for the second time in so many minutes.

Tomboy girl sneered. "Easy there sis, I think that fat ass of yours needs an attitude adjustment!"

Cutesy girl pumped a fist. "Yeah! Through your butt!"

Sharp girl dragged a hand down her face with a sigh. Leader girl just continued on to save face.

"C'mon ladies! Let's show this girl who she's messing with!"

Huffing a sigh, Cassie couldn't look any more over this moment if they tried.

A handful of minutes later Cassie walked away, dusting their hands. Behind them, the scene could only be described as a mess.

Leader girl's eyes were crossed, having been punted between the legs only to have her thong torn off on her way down.

Tomboy and Cutesy girl currently had the others' panties pulled over the opposite's head, their hands bound with each of their belts, which had the side effect of their pants now being on the floor.

And Sharp girl was naked, her clothes having been tossed out a window. To preserve her modesty, she had been granted the mercy of being stuffed in a trash bin head first, so only her lower half was on display. How generous.

Who was this mystery girl?

Maybe you'd be surprised, but you've seen this before.

Cassie Harthwright, or more specifically, Cassidy Harthwright. First and only son of the Harthwrights. Yes. Son.

One femboy? Happens, I guess. Two? In no less than an hour? That's more than a coincidence. How did this one come to be?

While Taylor was a matter of being raised into femininity, Cassie's story was more of a selfish one.

Once upon a time, Cassie would dress the same way he did now, only all his clothes fit. Then, around puberty, he stopped getting new clothes or cutting his hair short due to laziness and "they just don't do the style right anymore". Add in the fact that all his sitting around doing nothing and a hilariously unfortunate gene pool left him with twin moons for an ass and an inability to grow any body hair, and he just ended up looking like a girl.

But while hecould havecourse-corrected all of this; say, gotten a more masculine haircut and clothes that said more about his true gender, Cassie was lazy to a fault, and had no desire to do all of that work.

But that wasn't thewhythat we're looking for here. The reason Cassie maintained the facade of a woman was because of one simple fact: basically everybody will bend over backwards for a hot goth chick.

He may not have had a chest to entice people with, but that's why he cut all of his old jeans into shorts. To show off what he did have.

Did we mention the absolutely perfect ass? Swore we did. In case we didn't, Cassie had a damn fine ass and he knew it.

So Cassie masqueraded as a girl because it made his life easier. It also allowed him to be the biggest bully he wanted and half the time people would beg him for it. Power was power, and if he had to pretend to be a girl for it then so be it!

And as Cassie rounded the corner, he sighed now that he could finally go back to his dorm. He kicked lockers as he passed, taking pleasure each time one of them broke and opened, people's belongings spilling out.

"Eep!"

Until one locker spilled out a girl instead. Actually, upon closer inspection...

"Well, well, well," Cassie grinned, all thoughts of taking a nap gone at the sight of the nerd in front of him, "If it isn't sweet, little Taylor!"

Indeed, the same locker from before had deposited Taylor right at Cassie's feet. Taylor looked up, dazed and still feeling the pain from the panty flossing he'd gotten from those girls.

"Huh? Who's... O-oh no..."

Cassie leaned down, staring right into Taylor's eyes, grinning like a shark. "Oh yes."

You see, Taylor and Cassie had a history. That history, of course, being that Cassie takes an intense amount of joy in being Taylor's biggest bully. Any trick in the book, Cassie's pulled it on Taylor and that's not counting all the original tricks either.

Taylor didn't know that Cassie was a guy too, and Cassie loved that Taylor looked like even more of a girl than he was. Femboy on femboy bullying, folks. That's true magic right there.

"You know, I heard you got your cute widdle panties ripped by some loser freshies. What does that even make you?"

Taylor flushed, glaring at Cassie's shoes.

"Sh-shut up! I-it's not like I w-wanted it to happen!"

Cassie just chuckled and grabbed Taylor by the chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Are you sure? I bet you actually love it."

Before Taylor could deny it, a third person made their presence known.

"So are you two gonna kiss or what?"

/\~\/~/\

Let it once again be stated that it was said there were three main characters here, and we've only met two. Our third can be found naked in the locker room, changing after their workout in front of their, well, locker.

They tied back their strawberry blonde hair into a big, voluminous ponytail, situating a sterling tiara on their head. Their sun kissed skin shone from a fresh application of moisturizer. Pale green eyes scoured their face, making sure everything was in check. Eyebrows? Perfectly manicured. Lips? Full and glossy, as they should be. Humming in satisfaction, they leaned back, having to bend from their five foot eleven height to look in the mirror, and put their hooped earrings back in followed by their moon necklace.

Finally they dressed themselves. A cherry red crop tank top hugged their form well, especially their rather impressive chest. Slipping on a magenta v-string thong followed by a dangerously short, white, ruffled miniskirt with spats sewn in that hugged her ass magnificently. The waistbands of their thong peaked above their round, curvy hips, showing off their panties. White thigh high socks clung to their long, powerful legs, squishing thigh meat between spats and socks down in a tantalizing way. Lastly, they slipped on a pair of platform sneakers that matched their top in cherry color.

Satisfied, they cocked a hip to the side and struck a pose for the mirror. The outlines of abs were on display and their arms and legs flexed to show the athleticism honed into them. In their beloved seductive and husky tone, they complimented themself.

"Macy, you are one fine bitch."

Macy-Lyn Dunning, star athlete of TUG and known to be one of its golden girls. Name a sport and Macy was at the very least pretty damn good at it. As if to top off all the stereotypes, she was also the captain of the TUG cheerleading team, and there wasn't a group of girls she'd be happier to have her back. Each member went through a rigorous tryout, not to mention brutal and humiliating initiation and hazing, and while the vote was done by the whole team, Macy always had the final say.

To many at TUG, she was everything. Strong, fast, kind, funny, pretty, sociable. The epitome of a Mary Sue.

But let's be real, you're probably waiting for the twist. Patience friend.

Macy left the changing room and made her way down the hall. There was some commotion that sounded like a group of girls in extreme pain and discomfort, but that was par for the course at TUG, so she ignored it. Probably some freshies that got too big for their britches, so an older student made sure their britches were big enough to fit.

She rounded the corner to see an interesting sight.

On the ground was Taylor Han, the campus' local femboy and bully magnet. She actually had a soft spot for him, going out of her way not to bully him (much, at least) and even harboring a little crush on him. She couldn't help it! He was just her type! Smart, sweet, and caring, absolutely adorable, and innocent enough to be endearing but not so much to be annoyingly naive. She would pull his panties a few times in the hallway when she was with the cheer team because it let her get closer to him.

Okay so maybe she was past 'a little crush'. Sue her.

Above him was his most notable bully, the much wanted Cassie Harthwright. She and Cassie never got along. They were like oil and water. One was happy and nice, sporty and tall and filled out in all the right places. The other was short and mean, and all of her growth went to her ass, the only department that Macy would have to admit she was beat in.

She watched as Cassie leaned down to grab the feminine boy by the chin and she couldn't help herself from speaking up.

"So are you two gonna kiss or what?"

They both yelped and turned to her quickly, blushing cutely as they made a fuss over her comment.

"Wh— hell no! With this loser!?"

"I'd never kiss her!"

Macy sighed. And here she thought that maybe the bullying thing was actually a front for their secret, sordid relationship. Seemed like it was just regular bullying. Lame.

"That's too bad," Macy tutted. "You two would be cute together."

Cassie hissed. "Shut up, bimbo! Stay out of it unless you wanna piece too!"

Taylor blushed harder. "D-don't say things like that!"

Okay, she was just going to leave them to it, but the punky one called her a bimbo and while she was generally pretty nice, she was also the captain of the cheerleading team for a reason beyond her skills. Despite being known for her kindness, Macy was also known as a top dog among bullies. She just didn't go out of her way to get people unless they annoyed her or, in Taylor's case, were cute enough to eat.

"Oh, Cassie, why would you say such hurtful things?" Macy put on the princess tears. "And in front of adorable, innocent Taylor?"

Cassie growled and marched right up to her, standing on tiptoes to press her nose into Macy's. Almost there...

"Quit the damsel act! I don't buy that your stupid ass gives a single shit!"

"Oh?" Macy smirked, tears gone, "You wanna talk about ass? You know practically the whole school calls you Assie behind your back, right? Not that it's hard, considering there's so much back to be behind."

"That's it!" Cassie lunged forward.

Checkmate.

Macy swept her leg out and brought it back up in one swift motion, tripping Cassie into a straight fall down towards her foot. Nothing like a good old cunt punt to fix that nasty attitude. Also, nobody called her a bimbo! She was still pure! ... Not exactly by choice, but that was because of her... Condition.

What she expected was for Cassie's eyes to maybe cross and her to sputter and wheeze before waddling away. That be that, she'd do what she set out to do.

But the reaction was very different once her foot swung up into Cassie's crotch.

"AIYYEEEEE!"

Cassie hit a pitch higher than her normal gruff voice. Taylor winced but watched on, also clearly confused.

"Eh?" Macy was a little lost. She nudged up a few times, earning more yips from Cassie. Her eyes were rolled back and her face had gone very pale but was now turning a little green.

Finally, with one particularly harsh nudge in which Macy definitely felt something shift under the front of Cassie's shorts, Cassie had enough sense to speak again, albeit in a very pained and high pitched tone.

"Stop touching it you perv!"

It?

Cassie evidently didn't mean to say that out loud, as she(?) went pale again.

That's when it finally clicked for all three.

"You're a boy!?" Taylor looked outraged, but at the same time even more embarrassed.

"I can't believe that Assie is a boy!" Macy gasped, then remembered the feeling on her foot. "Alittleboy too! Like, wow, there wasn't much down there, huh?"

Cassie blushed a furious red from both anger and humiliation. "Sh-shut it! Both of you!"

Taylor finally got to his feet and stomped up to Cassie pounding on his shoulder. It felt like a kitten for all the effort Taylor was putting in. The boy was soft and sweet, not fit for anger.

"You always say things like 'you're such a girl!' or 'why don't you act like a real man?' and you're doing the same thing!"

Macy had doubled over laughing now, wheezing and pointing at Cassie. For his part, Cassie pushed Taylor away and snarled.

"Not a word of this to anyone bitch-boy! And you too whore!"

And just like that Macy stopped laughing and glared at him. Straightening up and turning up her nose, she sniffed.

"No. I'm gonna tell everyone."

Cassie bared his teeth. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."

Macy smirked, pulling her phone out from between her boobs and unlocking it, dragging up a chat that was titled 'Gurls'.

"One message is all it'll take."

Cassie's anger evaporated almost instantly as he paled so quickly, Taylor was afraid he would pass out.

"You can't!"

Macy hummed, tapping her chin in mock thought.

"Nah, I don't really like you and it'll be crazy funny to see everyone beat those boy-buns raw once your secret is out!"

She started typing and Cassie squeaked. Taylor was having whiplash at seeing the normally rough and tough Cassie so easily cowed.

"No! Please!" Cassie tried reaching for her phone but had forgotten the savage kick to the jewels he'd just taken and yelped, dropping to his knees.

Macy ignored him, continuing to type and, to add insult to injury, started reading aloud as she did.

"Ladies, you won't believe the news I've got for you! Guess what I just learned about everybody's favorite ass to touch themselves to!"

Cassie blushed at that. He knew he could use his ass to get people to do stuff for him but he never knew people actually bated to it!

"Pleeeease!" Cassie begged from the ground. "You can't do this to me!"

Macy snorted. "Oh I totally can. It's easy, too!"

Cassie really didn't want to say this, but he wasn't left with much choice.

"I'll do anything!"

Macy stopped typing. She looked intensely over her phone, looking down at him.

"You sure about that booty-boy?"

More embarrassed than he'd ever been, Cassie hung his head so he wouldn't have to see her eyes.

"... Yes."

Macy hummed and put her phone away.

"Then I've got just the thing!"

She reached down and grabbed Cassie by the waistband that had peeked out when he bent over. She hauled up as he shrieked, laughing at what he wore.

"Oh my God! Look at these things! Are these panties or tighty whities!?"

Indeed a sheet of white fabric had already climbed its way to the back of Cassie's head. It made sense in the grand scheme of things. Due to his significantly above average ass, he had to wear larger underwear. Women's or men's, it didn't matter since, at the size he needed, it was basically all the same for Cassie.

"C'mon loser! You're gonna keep your word!"

Just before she pulled away, Macy turned back and looked Taylor up and down. The pinkette blushed as he was appraised so brazenly. Macy's mind was racing. This could be a very good opportunity.

"Tay-tay~" Macy sung. "You're coming with us! After all, you know his secret too, so he needs to buy your silence as well!"

Not to mention having two adorable femboys all to herself? No way she was passing that up.

Taylor looked around for an escape route, but Macy grabbed him with her other hand, pulling him right to her side and locking him there, with his face pressed to the side of one of her massive boobs and underneath her toned bicep and armpit. She had a pleasant musk of her previous workout and fresh lavender, likely a deodorant or perfume. His hands rushed down to his crotch to cover his reaction, but Macy had seen and laughed.

"Tay-tay, you are just the most precious little thing!"

And with that, Macy dragged both boys back to her dorm. One to her chest, the other dragged by massive undies.

/\~\/~/\

Fortunately for Cassie, nobody had seen them, but there had been some close calls. When the door was opened, Macy threw him by his underwear over the side of the bed. He laid there, head stuffed in the sheets, trying to convince himself this was a nightmare he'd wake up from.

Macy's room was one of the three person dorms, but seeing as she didn't have any roommates, the space seemed large, empty even. There were no other beds, and Macy clearly hadn't gotten around to filling the space yet.

There were posters of different boy and girl bands on the walls, and she had a plush white comforter on her bed. The single window in the room had the curtains drawn, but there was a small succulent sitting on it. Her desk backing was covered with photos of her with friends, and a desk lamp shaped like a round, pink angler fish gave the room a pleasant lighting. Too bad they couldn't enjoy it.

"You too Tay-tay," Macy gestured to the bed. Taylor looked like he didn't wanna leave her space now that he'd gotten so familiar with it. But after seeing what Macy could do when she was mad, he reluctantly peeled himself away and sat next to Cassie, albeit with a good space between them.

"Now then Assie," Macy laid a hefty snack on his ass which made him jump up straight "are you ready?"

With Macy right behind him, he only ended up having his back pressed to her front, boobs on either side of his head and something poking him from behind.

Wait what?

And so, friend, I hit you with our third character twist. Taylor is a soft, girlish, pastel femboy. Cassie is a goth, punky, big bootied, femboy. But Macy is no femboy. She is very much a woman.

A woman with a massive wang.

She had a vagina too, under her balls where most vaginas would normally be, you know? In this world, we may refer to her physicality however we are most comfortable, through terms that we won't name here, but you know the ones. What it is, is. Macy-Lyn Dunning was a girl who, for all her life, had a penis.

And puberty had given herinches. Fourteen, to be exact.

That was the real reason she had the last say in who joined the cheerleading team. The girls had all lovingly embraced her upon one unfortunate slip up during practice, and from then on she knew she wouldn't allow any girls on the team if they were just going to bitch and moan about her having a dong.

Although she still found it just a little hard to look Stacy in the eyes after she had gotten a perfect face full of junk. Making sure her fellow members knew about hermembermeant she didn't have to waste energy keeping it a secret, especially when you had to worry about smacking your teammates in the face with your dong flopping out of your thong and skirt. That's why she had the spats sewn into her uniform skirts, she wouldn't take the chance for her junk to fly out again, even if the team already knew and accepted it.

Back to the moment though, Cassie currently had Macy's half-chub pressed to his butt, unable to get away from it since he was stuck between the bed and her schlong, and he was going through some conflicting emotions. Mostly fear, but the hardening of his (much, much smaller) member was deceptive.

"O-oh my..." Taylor gasped, staring at the absoluteshmeatthat Macy packed, a massive bulge in the front of her skirt-shorts.

"So Cass," Macy hummed, "Actually, what's your real name?"

"C-C-Cas-ssidy..." He stammered, still in shock.

Macy leaned into his ear. "Cassie is so much cuter. No wonder you go by it, pretending to be a girl."

Macy squeezed his ass and he bit his lip, eyes wide as he held in a moan.

She licked the back of his ear and he let out a shivering breath. She leaned in to whisper.

"But if you're gonna act like one, are you ready tofeellike a real girl?"

He gulped. "Y-you—"

"You want me to stay quiet about this?" She asked. He took his sweet, sweet time, but finally, reluctantly, nodded. "Then you're gonna be my new hole."

"I th-thought you w-were supposed to be nice!" Cassie managed to spit out.

"Oh, I am. I'll treat you like a precious little flower. But, and it's a big butt," she squeezed again, and he couldn't hide the moan this time as her cock slapped against him again, "a fat slab like this starts to hold in a lot of juice. She's pent up, and beating it to the thoughts of your ass and scrumptious little Taylor over there aren't doing it."

Taylor was reminded that he was somehow included here and gasped. He blushed at her admittance that she masterbated to the thought of him.

"W-wait, what am I d-doing here then?"

Macy finally gave Cassie some personal space again. She waltzed over to Taylor and held both his cheeks.

"You're gonna be mine."

Taylor blushed deeper, but he couldn't turn to look away with Macy holding him.

"L-like a t-toy?"

Macy squished his cheeks. "No, darling. You're gonna be my boyfriend."

Cassie crossed his legs, desperately trying to to hide his arousal because he did not need Macy knowing what this was doing to him, even if, by the look in her eye and the smirk on her face, she already knew.

"H-he's gonna be your boyfriend!?"

"He sure is bitch-boy!"

Cassie winced at having the same thing he called Taylor thrown back at him.

"Th-then what am I?"

"I already said it. You're my new hole. If this adorable piece of candy is my new boyfriend," she continued pinching Taylor's cheeks as she said this before grabbing Cassie by the front waistband and hoisting him off his feet in a crushing frontal wedgie, "I guess that makes you the girlfriend. 'Cause I'm greedy, and I want you both all to myself!"

Cassie hated this. He had to. He needed to convince himself of thatbecause there was no way he was this aroused right now.

He winced and yelped as she bounced him and he felt his balls and dick squish painfully. He needed a last ditch effort here. He glanced at a starstruck Taylor who was lost in the affection he was receiving. He went with the first thing he could think of.

"Wh-what about whoever's bigger!"

Macy stopped bouncing him, which was a small mercy at least.

"What?"

Cassie tried futilely to relieve the wedgie he was getting before giving up and clarifying. "I-it you're gonna force me into some twisted throuple with you, I'm not the bottom bitch! So we decide positions based on who's got the bigger cock!"

Finally he was dropped and grasped his genitals and tried once more to make the throbbing arousal stop. After his little challenge though, maybe that'd be more help.

Macy smirked and grabbed him by both sides of his shorts. For a moment he thought she'd give him another wedgie, but instead of pulling up, she went down.

Then came the laughter.

"OH MY GOD!" She flicked his member and he yelled and jumped back. "You're practically dickless!"

Two and a half inches. That was all Cassie had to offer. A small, round, hairless pair of nuts and two and a half inches of atinydick, also smooth. Macy kept pointing and laughing, and Cassie had no clue whythiswas the challenge he issued. He heard a snort trying to be covered up and whipped his head to seefucking Taylortrying not to laugh.

This was beyond humiliating.

"Man, that's funny!" She wiped a tear from her eyes. Casually, she fell into a split like it was nothing and pinched one of his balls. He squealed and she laughed more, forcing him to spin so she could look at his ass. At this, she huffed.

"Damn, I was so sure you had cellulite or wore pushups or padded panties to make your ass look that way. The fact that your ass is just this big is basically God's way of telling you that you're meant to be a bottom."

She shrugged and smacked his ass hard again, already leaving a pink handprint on his pale ass.

"My turn!" She chirped, standing to her full height and putting her hands on her hips. For a moment, both femboys were confused why she didn't take anything off until they heard threads ripping and popping.

And then all fourteen inches just exploded out.

They both stared, shocked with wide eyes and open mouths at the behemoth dick. It had to be nearly three and half inches thick too! Cassie felt his heart plunge. Giggling, she daintily lifted her skirt up, putting the whole thing on display. Her pubic hair was shaved short, but surrounded her base. Circumcised too, apparently. Macy let go of her skirt and let her shit hang, sighing in relief.

"Man, you boys don't know howtightthings get down there," she stretched languidly, her dick swinging with each movement before she turned to Taylor with doe eyes.

"Okay. Sorry Tay-tay, but you've gotta show me the goods~"

Taylor was still in lala land but was abruptly taken out of it when Macy, still in the ground, yanked his tights down and pulled his skirt up to his chest, which had the unintended side effect of pushing his sweater and shirt up too, leaving his lower half from ribs down on display.

"AHH!" He squealed, going to cover up before Macy stopped him. His whole body was turning red and Macylovedit.

"Aww! It's so cute!" Taylor didn't have a lot going on down there either. He shaved neatly, leaving an adorable patch of pubes in the shape of a heart (and the carpet matched the drapes, she noted), but otherwise had only just just under four inches of dick. And he was clearly rock hard, too. She gave it a gentle squeeze and he whined and shuddered.

"P-pl-please be gentle! I've n-never h-had anyone—!"

Macy silenced him by taking all of it into her mouth in one go, not that it was that hard. His eyes rolled back and he lost the ability to speak coherently. Cassie hardly noticed. Mostly because he'd just been struck with the haunting realization that Taylor was bigger than him. Which meant...

Popping it out of her mouth she laughed. "Aw, I broke him!" She laid Taylor gently down on the bed before turning to Cassie, the warmth on her face disappearing.

"You know what that means~"

Cassie gulped but knew there wasn't much else he could do.

"Don't be afraid, fuckmeat," Macy smiled and caressed his face slowly. "I won't do anything if you don't want me to."

She was giving him an out? Now? After all of this?

"All you have to do is say you don't want this."

As she said this he felt it. Her massive dick pressing against his undercarriage, the tip poking out from between his cheeks behind him, his own pathetic dick and balls dwarfed by it as they rested on top of her shaft.

"I won't even spread the word that you're a wolf in sheep's clothing. As far as I see it, I got a whole afternoon of entertainment, proved I'm better than you in almost every way, and got an amazing, girly boyfriend out of it. I win either way."

Damn if she was right.

All he had to do was say he didn't want it.

That was it.

She wouldn't just up and fuck him, that was full on assault. He just had to say no.

Say no.

Why couldn't he say no!?

"F-fu..."

Macy leaned down and cupped an ear. "Speak up bitch."

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

"Fuck me."

He felt weightless for a moment before he came crashing down stomach first on the edge of the bed, ass stuck up in the air. A meaty thunk could be felt just as much as heard as Macy slapped her dick down between his cheeks.

Taylor was just coming to, only to see the sight before him.

"Oh goodie!" Macy dragged Taylor over and settled him right in front of Cassie's face, both legs over Cassie's shoulders. Cassie was lost as to why.

"What?" Taylor asked, just as confused. They both thought she was going to fuck Cassie.

"I want you to see your biggest bully-turned boyfriend's face while your new girlfriend breaks his ass."

That was a devastatingly thorough response that had both boys scared and aroused at the same time.

"Also," Macy grinned and grabbed Cassie by the back of his head, forcing it down, "You're gonna treat Taylor to a good time too for all the times you've called him out for having a small dick, Tiny."

Cassie gulped and looked up. Taylor was blushing brightly, but there was a slight glint in his eyes. Cassie gasped when the other femboy grabbed his head from Macy.

"Very good," Macy groaned in a deep breath. "This is gonna be cold, bottom bitch!"

Cassie didn't know what she meant until he felt something cold, wet, and slick drip down his crack and pool around his asshole. Then two fingers plunged in and for the first time, he was penetrated.

"Ooough~" he moaned heartily, falling to the new sensation quickly. Taylor took advantage of his mouth hanging open and his lack of attention to drag his head down the rest of the way, settling his mouth on his own asshole, the pink femboys own dick pressed against his face.

Cassie got the idea, and at this point knew that resistance wouldn't end well.

He started licking. Here he was, fingers plunging in and out of his ass at increasing speeds while he slurped away at the asshole of a boy he bullied for looking and acting like a girl. What did that make him, he barely had the power to wonder. He didn't dwell on it further since Macy had started using her other hand to spank him with each thrust.

Taylor was moaning, head back and biting his other hand, balled up into a fist. Macy smirked down at the two. This was better than any of her fantasies! She was so excited, she skipped three fingers and upped the finger count to four on the next thrust.

Cassie's shout was muffled by Taylor's bussy, and the pinkette moaned and crossed his legs behind Cassie's head, locking him there. With his nose stuffed against Taylor's balls, he had no choice but breath between laps of his tongue.

Macy pumped her arm like a piston, practically punching him in the hole with each thrust. On her next thrust she reached a new depth and he twitched and spasmed in place as she started wiggling her fingers inside of him. The feeling was so foreign, he started kicking his legs, only for Macy to sit on them and lean even further onto her arm. It was the realization that she had her fist in his ass when he felt her twitch each finger that sent him over the edge.

He couldn't help it. His tongue hardened in the hole he'd had his face stuffed in, making Taylor moan as well as both boys blew their load at once. Taylor's all over Cassie's face, and Cassie's all over Macy's bed.

"First loads of the night! Good job boys!" She laid another slap on his ass and Cassie groaned, feeling spent already. His ass was also starting to get sore from the spanks. She got off his legs to kneel behind him, using her longer, stronger legs to spread him wide.

Post nut clarity also settled and he realized he just bottomed for Taylor of all people while getting finger fucked by Macy.

"Ready for the real deal, glory hole?"

He opened his mouth to say no but before he could, something was stuffed in and prevented the words from coming out. The slightly salty taste and his wide eyes shooting back in front of him told him that Taylor had, in fact, just shoved his dick in Cassie's mouth.

And once again the legs wrapped around his head as he was left no choice but to suck the other femboy off.

"I love seeing this side of you Tay-tay!" Macy swooned, lining her tip up with Cassie's hole. "Alright slut, don't you dare bite down on Taylor's little buddy, or you'll regret it."

He would've asked for a countdown, but was given no such privilege as Macy crammed the first few inches in. He screamed a moan that was muffled, the vibrations making Taylor buzz with arousal. Instinctually, Taylor started thrusting. Shocking himself, Cassie started bobbing up and down to match him.

Another smack on the ass followed the initial penetration and Macy leaned over him, her breasts squishing against his back.

"Ready for more, short stuff?"

He wasn't but Macy took his head bobbing as nodding and thrust another few inches in. His eyes crossed and his head fell down on Taylor's prick. Both boys felt the cock just barely tickle the back of Cassie's throat. Cassie hated that he throbbed with the knowledge.

"We're almost there! Once I'm all the way in, the real fun starts!"

A few more inches went by painfully slow, stretching his hole to its limit as it flexed to compensate for the new stress. Macy giggled and ran a finger around his gripping ring. Cassie's back arched and his tongue wanted to loll out of his mouth but instead dragged down the underside of Taylor's shaft.

The pinkette hunched over, practically hugging Cassie's head to his groin as he humped his face. Macy dragged her nails down his back and he groaned at the feeling, both painful and pleasurable at once.

"Last few inches champ!"

In she plunged, grabbing both his asscheeks and spreading him out. When he started to squirm as he felt her go far deeper than anything should up the rear entrance, she hooked her legs more firmly around his and spread them wider, practically forcing him into a split.

"You took it so easily! You sure you haven't done this before?"

He was just cognizant enough to flip her off with one hand. She slapped his ass again and laughed.

"Let's see you keep that attitude!"

Her grip shifted to hold him by the waist and she dragged out slowly, inch by inch, and he cringed at the feeling, not ready for the feeling of something coming out like this. She made it all the way back until just her enlarged tip was spreading him wide and with a whoop, slammed all of it back inside.

Forget just stimulating his g-spot. Macy absolutely blew past it, her shaft squashing his prostate as his guts stretched to accommodate the absolute anal probing he was receiving.

Cassie's vision swam for a moment, unprepared for the punch to his insides. She kept going, picking up speed as she thrust into him over and over, and he felt her large balls slap against his own balls and thighs, even just her sack was bigger than his own genitals.

His eyes were wide and panicked. The feeling was like nothing else, but he was doing his best to psyche himself into hating it. He would not be the bottom of this fucked up relationship! He refused to admit to liking this feeling of being... Being used like this!

He turned his eyes up to the only person that may have possibly been able to help him. Taylor wasn't looking at him though. He was watching, just like Macy had said, as his biggest bully got absolutely wrecked right in front of him.

Taylor finally looked down, and Cassie did his best to plead with just his eyes, as his mouth was still occupied with the other boy's twig. Taylor was flushed so thoroughly, you'd think he was the one being utterly humiliated right now.

Cassie knew he didn't really deserve much mercy from the boy. He'd never done so for Taylor whenever it came to making his life hell. He fully expected Taylor to grab him by the ears and spit roast him with Macy.

Instead, for whatever reason Cassie couldn't fathom, Taylor smiled a gentle, beautiful smile down at him, and Cassie's heart thumped for just a moment.

The pinkette pulled back, his small dick popping out of Cassie's mouth, leaving a searing hot feeling on his lips. He lifted Cassie's head and upper body, supporting him as Macy continued to rail the life out of him. His slender arms wrapped around him and he hummed slowly.

Cassie felt very warm, in his chest and in his ass and balls. He started breathing raggedly, his moans now free for the whole room to hear as he finally succumbed and let go, fully enjoying his own piping.

Taylor lifted his head to look him in the eyes and he leaned down and peppered his face with kisses. It was entirely too sweet considering the absolute massacre going on behind him, not to mention Cassie's face was covered in his load. Taylor slid down and under him, forcing Cassie to hands and knees to let the pinkette slide below.

He reached under and Cassie felt his hand trace down his stomach where, for the first time during all of this, he realized that Macy was quite literally in his guts, and he could feel her distending his tummy with each thrust. Taylor must've been able to see it too, if his mesmerized look under him was anything to go by.

That same hand trailed lower and lower before it gripped Cassie's small shaft and started pumping.

"Nnnnggghh!" Cassie was overstimulated right now, too many sensations wracking him as he was utterly dominated by Macy and brought to the absolute edge by Taylor.

He winced every now and then when Taylor would squeeze his balls, his sack still tender from Macy's kick earlier. Finally they both heard Macy grunt above them.

"Alright boys, I think this shows almost over!"

Taylor turned around under him, his cock now right below Cassie's face. Towards Cassie's ass, Taylor was now under all the action, looking right up at it. He stared up at Macy's cock plunging in and out in awe before he moved in a haze, keeping Cassie's cock in one hand and plunging two fingers from the other hand into Macy's vagina. He leaned up and started sucking on one of her balls as well, and she moaned and shuddered with each thrust now.

"T-Taylor!"

"O-OH! OOOOUGH!"

Taylor kept going, even as Cassie spasmed and came into his hand. Macy's thrusts broke their tempo and she leaned in fully as she came buckets into Cassie's guts. The punk came a second time as he felt his insides flood with warmth. Too much for him to handle, as some of it gave him a little belly bump and the rest drained out of his ass and gushed out and down.

Taylor opened his mouth and caught the drippings, his fingers still pumping in and out of Macy as she continued to cum. Finally Macy pulled back and an audible and loud 'pop!' signified her pulling out, her testicles popping out of Taylor's lips, too. Cassie moaned before he immediately gasped, a gurgle coming from his tummy.

"Ugh! Uh oh! Rrgh— no!"

A few things happened in quick succession.

Now that Macy was no longer holding him up, Cassie fell junk first onto Taylor's face. Taylor let out a muffled shout of surprise and pushed up into Cassie's full belly on instinct.

However, with no seal to keep it all in, and with Taylor pushing on him, Cassie's now gaping hole dumped cum out, covering Taylor who yelped in shock, not expecting the flood. Macy gasped and frantically looked around for a towel, finding a few and rushing over to help clean up Taylor and, begrudgingly, Cassie as well.

She wiped Taylor's face and when she did she felt guilty. He had a kicked puppy look on his face, and before she could ask what was wrong he coughed up a few globs of cum before saying:

"It g-got on my glasses..."

Macy couldn't help the snort that came out, and she even heard Cassie huff a tired laugh. Taylor flushed and pouted, and even covered in jizz she couldn't help but find him incredibly adorable.

"Sorry Tay-tay. Did you get to cum again?"

"O-oh, uh, no, but th-that's okay! I'm j-just happy to be a p-part of it!"

Macy looked at Cassie's limp, still spurting body, cum leaking out of him like a slow faucet. Shrugging she tossed the ruined towel on his ass, making him groan at the feeling.

"Let me help you, princess."

Taylor wasn't ready for Macy to lift him up high, his thighs landing on her shoulders as he ducked slightly to avoid the ceiling. He was even less ready for her to immediately start sucking him off. He moaned and hunched over, hugging her head to both keep him from falling and keep her going.

She did it differently than Cassie, although perhaps that was also a matter of circumstance. She sucked slowly, but her tongue slithered and flicked against his shaft and frenulum as she did and it brought him to his finish fast and furious.

When he came, he expected her to pull off, not double down and take it all the way in. She milked his climax the whole way through until he was tapping out on her head. Smiling on his dick, she finally pulled off, giving his perky butt a squeeze that made him jump.

She set him down and he fell to his back in the bed beside Cassie, who was still lying limp, but the towel had been half-assedly used to clean up the barest amount of cum before he gave up and just sat in it. His make-up had run streaks down his face and his hair was a mess.

"You look good this way Assie!"

His response was muffled as he pressed his face into the sheets. "You Amazonian neanderthal, Ido notwant to hear it right now."

Macy rolled her eyes, laying down on Taylor's other side and throwing an arm around him. He snuggled up to her easily, looking like he could fall asleep right there.

They all lay in silence beside one another for a while before Macy broke the spell with a question.

"Have you guys ever imagined what it'd be like if you were ducks?"

Cassie groaned. "Oh my God, women actually do ask stupid ass questions after sex. I always thought it was a joke."

"Pfft, virgin. Of course we do!"

He snarled. "Virgin!? You literally just expanded my ring! I don't even know if it'll go back to normal size! Fuck you 'I'm a virgin'!"

She didn't give him any more response. After all, this was her first time too, not that he needed to know that.

It was quiet again before Macy said something far less ridiculous.

"You two should move into my room."

Taylor startled a little. "What?"

Cassie finally turned his head to look over at her too and asked the same thing. She shrugged.

"It's lonely in here and I wanna fuck more."

"Your aftercare is awful and your pillow talk is abysmal."

"Sounds like we just need more practice!"

Taylor flushed and she noted that he was just embarrassed easily considering everything he'd just done. Cassie grumbled.

"I don't trust living in a room with you."

She leaned over Taylor and slapped a heavy hand down on Cassie's ass. He hissed and coiled.

"Shit, bitch, it's still raw! No thanks to you!"

She slapped his other asscheek for calling her a bitch and he didn't do it again.

"I guess it wouldn't be the worst..." Taylor mused. "Plus it can't be any worse than any roommates I've had before."

Cassie stared at him. "I didn't know you had roommates. I have a single. Which reminds me, how the hell did you get a group dorm to yourself?"

Macy shrugged. "I applied and they never gave me roommates. It even has its own bathroom, which most people would kill for! But Assie's right. I didn't know you had roommates, Tay-tay!"

Taylor flushed. "Um, they generally don't last long. It always ends with me having to file a complaint for one reason or another."

The reasons varied from too many of his panties being ripped, to being locked out of his room when he's not wearing his skirt, to even sometimes waking up with things drawn on him. There was even that one girl he found digging around his panty drawer. Creepy.

"See, Assie! Tay-tay would move in with me!"

Cassie just grumbled more until Taylor nudged him and he made the mistake of looking into Taylor's shining, wide eyes. They never worked before when Cassie was, say, tearing his panties off or stuffing his head in a toilet, but for this it felt different and Cassie quickly turned away to hide the blush on his face. Maybe it was all the cum still stuck to his hair and face. That had to be it. Not gross feelings.

"... Mmmmfine."

Macy let out a knowing hum that Cassie ignored. Taylor looked back at her and winked and Macy realized she still had a lot to learn about these two, as much as they probably did about her. Perhaps they'd done things out of order, but after sex like that, she can't say she'd have done it differently.

And after they move in together, they'd have all the time to get to know one another!

So fear not, friend, this is not the end of the tale. In fact, it is merely the beginning! This narrator knows that these three will no doubt breeze past their vicious bouts of sex and reach new heights!

Macy broke the silence one last time.

"Kinda crazy that we're all circumcised."

... Perhaps those heights will take a long while to reach.

Chapter 2: Getting to Know You is a Pain in the Ass!Summary:

With Taylor and Cassie moving in with Macy, the three degenerates must learn what it's like to live with one another. Who would've thought they would all get along like a house on fire? If your hand went up, kindly join the rest of us in putting it back down.

Notes:

Had a lot of fun with this chapter! Little lighter on the smut this time around but I assure you future chapters make up for it. Enjoy!

Chapter Text

It was an interesting week following our trifecta's, shall we say, unique meet-cute. This disembodied voice knows that most people likely wouldn't continue a relationship that's riddled with so many red flags, but not all stories worth telling are about the flawless power couple, devoid of anything but love and devotion for one another.

A formal request was put in from Taylor to change dorms, and after it was obvious Cassie didn't do anything formally, Taylor also submitted Cassie's request as well. Macy had moved things around, not that she needed to do much, considering she never fully occupied the three person space fully anyways.

It took an entire day of moving between dorms to load everything into Macy's— now all of theirs— room. It took another half a day to set everything in a way that semi satisfied everyone. Macy had already moved her stuff, but deciding lines on space for Taylor and Cassie had been tumultuous.

The room was divided in such a way that it looked like a rotating set for a movie. Macy's section was cozy and inviting, mostly just her room from before but condensed to a smaller area. She didn't even need to move any clothes since she ended up with the closet and the boys both had dressers.

Taylor's space was overwhelmingly bright, a series of pastel blues and yellows, and his bed was full of pink and covered in plushies and far more pillows than any human needed. He hadn't brought a desk, but he did bring a big bean bag shaped like a panda and a big TV they'd all forced to fit in the middle of the room towards the back wall. His laptop and a series of assignments covered the end of his bed, which led to the last thing about Taylor's corner. It was a mess, no matter how much the boy tried to organize it. It wasn't like he didn't try, either, as both Macy and Cassie had watched in semi awe as every time Taylor arranged one thing, two more things came out of place.

Cassie's space was, unsurprisingly, black. There was some gray mixed in, but for the most part it was clear that he had embodied the whole aesthetic of his down to how he slept. His bed was smaller than both of theirs, but that seemed to be a personal choice from him. There was a large full body mirror that he had at the corner foot of his bed, and he insisted that he needed it (the reality was that he was just vain). He had a soloist guitar that both Macy and Taylor had ooed and awed at when he placed it in its stand. He'd referred to his guitar as 'Matilda' and it was the only time the other two had ever seen Cassie smile at something. He also had a punching bag that he'd set up in the corner.

Macy narrowed her eyes. "Is that my face scribbled out on the side?"

Cassie slapped a piece of duct tape over exactly that. "... No idea what you're talking about."

It wasn't like Macy was the first person he couldn't beat in a fight, after all. Why would he have any reason to be bitter?

Denial only makes you cuter, Cassie.

Their transition to the same living space was as smooth as a move-in could be. It was the growing pains of living with one another and, arguably more important, dating one another that spawned in the first week.

/\~\/~/\

Cassie spent most of the first day they actually lived together partaking in one of his favorite pastimes.

"AHH! PLEASE STOP! I LIKE THIS PAIR!" Taylor squealed as Cassie leaned back fully, the waistband of the other femboys panties in hand. The pair in question was white with a big pink heart on the seat and smaller hearts around the waistband.

Taylor quickly learned that just because Cassie agreed to this strange relationship of theirs, and even moved in with them, he clearly had no intention of changing his ways. The bullying was staying, even if the dynamic had shifted.

"Get used to it, nerd! We live together now!"

Of course, Cassie also had some learning to do.

SHHHRIP!

"OOUGH!"

That being that Macy now also had access to both of them and had already clearly cemented her position as top bully in the room.

"Fair is fair, right Assie?" Macy laughed, bouncing the goth by his leg holes. His legs and eyes crossed, but he grit his teeth and redoubled his grip on Taylor's panties, hauling up and using the extra height from his own wedgie to make Taylor's worse.

"Ahhh! Why!?" Taylor whined, trying to run to no avail.

"I'd say I'm sorry Tay-tay, but honestly, I like seeing your panties." Macy shrugged, giving Cassie a particularly nasty bounce. He wheezed but still didn't let go.

"Y-you could just ask!" Taylor pouted. Macy hummed.

"I guess what I meant was that I like seeing your panties like this."

Taylor huffed and tried to run but only tripped and ended up falling. With Cassie's grip on his underwear still firm, he essentially dropped himself into his own hanging wedgie, groaning as he slid down further with gravity working against him.

Gravity also worked against Cassie, who suffered as well when Taylor fell and dragged him down further in his own hanging wedgie within Macy's hands. He felt a tear in his eye the way his balls were being crushed and he ass chafed.

So there were some things that they all had to get past.

/\~\/~/\

Day two of living together and Monday rolled around. Things went about the same, but with the addition of the whole reason any of them were at TUG in the first place: classes.

It became quickly apparent that there'd be an issue here when Taylor's alarm went off. Loudly. At five in the morning.

"Ugggghhhh!" Cassie groaned and tossed a pillow at Taylor, who had just gotten out of bed. Cassie's sleepwear consisted just of yet another black T-shirt and his underwear.

"Hwha?" Macy leaned up, her hair a mess and eyes unfocused. Her own sleep attire was a loose, oversized shirt and nothing else.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn my volume down!" Taylor shut the alarm off and started getting ready for the day, taking off his lilac silk pajamas. Unfortunately awake, the other two residents of the room glared at the pinkette, who laughed nervously.

"Eheheh... Um, whoops?"

A short scuffle and one ripped pair of panties later and Taylor was left on the ground, groaning. Macy gave his butt a few slaps and Cassie dropped the shredded remains of his panties on his head.

Macy stood above him, hands on her hips and morning wood swaying free. "Sorry Tay, but nobody wakes me up before nine unless there's a fire and even then, it'd have to be a really big fire."

Cassie just grumbled and started doing his makeup in the mirror. "Make that eleven for me..."

Macy stretched and pulled on some sweatpants to cover her dick. When she was done she watched Taylor continue getting ready. After getting bullied for so long, she thought he'd be used to the pain and embarrassment, but he reacted like it was fresh every time. He at least seemed pretty good at moving past it and doing what he was doing before though.

He filled his bag with several books, a series of folders that were themselves stuffed full with papers, a thick plastic box that Macy couldn't discern the purpose of, and then his laptop went in last, just barely fitting.

"Tay-tay," Macy asked, causing him to stop and look up at her, "What exactly do you do that needs all that?"

"Oh!" Taylor jumped, realizing he'd never really talked much about himself, "Well, I'm dual majoring in education and counseling but I have a minor in business. A lot of the papers are for my teaching job at the local elementary school, and the tool box is for my second job where I do work with computers and other consumer electronics."

Macy stared, openly shocked when he finished. Even Cassie had, at some point, stopped doing his makeup to slowly turn and stare at his fellow femboy.

"What the fuck?"

For once, Macy agreed with the punk.

"Tay-tay, that's a lot!" Macy stated the obvious, "Like way too much!"

Taylor flushed, pulling his hair back into his normal twin tails. He took his glasses off to polish them before replacing them and grabbing his bag, struggling to heft it onto his shoulders.

"It's not that much! I've been doing it for a while now! Besides, I only do it because I genuinely want to pursue those things."

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "Define 'a while'."

Taylor looked up in thought. "Well... I managed to get my classes all in check in my first year, then I got my job with computers and had to balance that, then in my second year I did my internship and I ended up liking it so much that took a gap year to keep doing it which is how I got my job at the school, then I took another year to go study abroad in Europe until I came back this year to finish my degree!"

Once again, Cassie and Macy stared in thinly veiled horror at all these revelations.

"Dude," Cassie muttered, "you're in the masters program?"

Taylor hummed, having returned to preparing. "Yeah. Well, I will be when I finish my bachelor's first. I figured you were both close too."

That floored the other two, who looked at one another. Taylor tilted his head.

"Why, what are you two?"

"I'm a junior dude."

"Same here!"

Taylor was startled there. "Oh... I didn't realize you guys were so much younger than me..."

Neither could they, evidently. Macy was coming to terms with the fact that Taylor somehow looked younger than both of them, but was easily two, maybe three years older than her. Cassie was in shock that he'd been picking on this guy for as long as he had not knowing he himself was the younger one, scratch that, the youngest one of the three of them.

"Why didn't you ever say anything? And how old are you, then?" Macy wondered aloud.

"It never came up. And I'm twenty six."

Such a simple answer didn't feel satisfying, but by the easy look on his face as he did another once over of himself, that was all there was to it.

"Wow... I only just turned twenty one..."

Cassie pouted. "Aw man, I'm the youngest!? I'm still twenty!"

Taylor tried to change the topic to keep Cassie's mind off of it. "So what do you both do?"

That snapped them out of their stupor momentarily.

"Oh, uh," Macy shook her head, "I'm here on a scholarship, so they just told me to pick whatever. I went with communications."

Cassie scratched the back of his head and mumbled, "Music theory. I would've done engineering but the program for it sucks here."

Taylor hummed and made for the door. "Well I really gotta go, so I'll see you both later!"

"You don't wanna shower or anything?" Macy asked, jerking a thumb to the bathroom door. Taylor shook his head.

"I normally shower at night since..." He trailed off but both Macy and Cassie can remember seeing Taylor climbing out of trash cans he'd been dumped in or soaked and dripping from swirlies. He just huffed and shook it off. "Bye you two!"

And so Taylor blew them both a timid kiss and bid them farewell for the day, and Macy realized they'd probably be better off sharing schedules going forward. This also left her and Cassie alone together with three and half hours before either of them would normally wake up. Macy sent him a coy look and he took a fearful step back and she scoffed.

"I didn't even say anything!"

"I don't like that look you're giving me!"

Macy leaned over him and he gulped, chest thumping faster.

"Well, we've got some time to kill and I've still got morning wood."

It was said as a statement, not a question and Cassie shivered.

"C-can't you just jerk off or something?"

Macy stroked his cheek far too gently for how much power he knew she had. "I could, but why would I do that when I've got you?"

He could've just left, it wasn't like she was holding him down. She even left him closer to the door. Instead, he once again found himself scrunching his face and gritting his teeth.

"... Fine. But I get the shower first!"

Not to mention he'd have to do his hair and makeup again too...

Macy shrugged and threw an arm around his shoulder, walking him over to her bed. "Whatever you want sweet cheeks."

/\~\/~/\

Day three came about and revealed yet more to learn about one another.

"I'm going out."

Cassie grabbed his keys off his desk and made for the door but before he could even lay a hand on the knob Macy called out to him.

"Where are you going?"

He sighed and turned back around. Macy was doing yoga in the middle of the room and Taylor was bunched up on his bean bag, typing away with headphones on, bobbing his head to some poppy tune spilling through slightly. Cassie tried to ignore the way Macy's stretching presented herself to his eyes and that Taylor's position allowed him to see under his skirt.

What were these two doing to him?

"I just said. Out."

Macy's hands met her hips and she glared flatly at his back when he turned around again.

"It was just a question."

"And you got your damn answer."

He should've known that backtalk like that wouldn't go unpunished, but he was still unused to someone clapping back when he got snippy.

So he screamed when Macy darted forward, hands clasped together and fingers pointed out before stabbing into his unsuspecting ass.

"AUGH!"

Macy laughed and poked one more time, earning a whimper from him as he stepped away from her quickly, covering his abused anus. He glared at her and she stared smugly at him.

Sparks flew between them and Cassie was ready to bolt just as much as Macy was ready to beat his ass. The tension was dissipated when Taylor finally moved his headphones aside and looked between them, confused.

"Uh, what's going on?"

"I'm going out." Cassie repeated gruffly, his voice cracking slightly.

Taylor cocked his head to the side. "Are you gonna be near Fifth Ave?"

Cassie grunted. "That's where I'm going, yeah."

Macy smirked. "See? Was that so hard?"

He resisted the urge to tell her to stuff it because he knew she damn well would. In him, to be exact.

Taylor gave him a shy but hopeful look. "Can I come with you? I'm, uh, r-running out of panties."

No thanks to you two, went unsaid as both bullies winced slightly. Cassie sighed deeply.

"Ugh. Fine," he spat, "Just don't talk on the way there."

Taylor still brightened and stood, following Cassie to the door. When Macy followed behind Cassie stopped again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Macy grinned. "Coming with you two, of course."

"Fuck no!"

"Too bad! You can't stop me and if you try to go without me, I'll just leave surprises for you, for when you get back."

He really didn't like the sound of whatever surprises Macy could leave him. So, incredibly begrudgingly, he turned around and dropped the matter, ignoring how she giggled behind him.

When they left the dormitories, Macy and Taylor turned left, the closest bus stop being a block away.

"Where are you two going?"

They turned to see Cassie going the opposite direction.

"Uh, I thought we were going to Fifth?"

Cassie snorted. "We are. You two losers weren't about to take the bus, were you?"

Confused and a little offended, Macy crossed her arms. "And what exactly was your plan?"

Cassie grinned triumphantly.

His plan, as it turned out, was to take his car that neither Macy nor Taylor knew existed. He led them to the student garage. When he said it, Macy was expecting some affordably cheap and used thing, since Cassie wasn't the kind of person she thought cared that much about anything but functionality.

Macy forgot that she had also recently learned that the goth was incredibly vain.

So when he waltzed up to one of the most flawless, well maintained 1968 Chargers she'd ever seen, she had to admit, she was more than impressed. It was sleek, black, and clearly beloved. The interior was even cleaned and fresh looking, the leather seats untarnished and clean of any marks or debris.

"Whoa..." She wasn't so petty as to feign indifference. This was a kickass car, inside and out.

"You did say you had wanted to go into engineering," Taylor mused as he too inspected the vehicle. Cassie preened as they admired his baby. His car was second to none, even Matilda.

"C'mon dweebs, let's go."

Macy called shotgun and Taylor was left alone in the back. Cassie revved the engine and it purred to life. When he tore out of the parking lot, both passengers grabbed for handlebars that weren't there.

Turns out Cassie liked to drive fast, but was also a strangely safe driver otherwise. He never seemed to break any laws besides the speed limit at least, and even slowed down near schools.

"How long did it take you to refurbish this thing?" Macy asked. Cassie scoffed.

"This is not a 'thing', it's my baby! And it took me four years to get the majestic bitch you see now."

It was the only thing that Cassie was ever truly serious about. It showed in every detail. He'd done every part of it himself back in his parents garage, spending most of his weekends practically sleeping next to his car. It was all worth it for what he had now.

When they approached the street, he gained a wicked grin.

"Wanna see somethingreallycool?"

Before either could respond, he whipped the car in a full one eighty drift from one side of the street to the other before he put the car in park. He'd stuck himself right between two other cars in the process, leaning back and sighing in satisfaction.

"That never gets old."

Macy and Taylor were breathing heavily, the athlete having her life flash before her eyes and Taylor having been thrown from one side of the car to the other, currently upside down.

When he unlocked the doors, Macy and Taylor scrambled out of the car and he laughed.

"Don't be such babies! It wasn't that bad!"

They both begged to differ, and would continue to nag at him not to do it again all the way until they got back to the campus.

/\~\/~/\

Day four was marked by an argument.

Macy had come back to the room after classes. She had a long day and just wanted to relax. One of the boys was in the shower, as she could hear water running behind the bathroom door. When she walked all the way in however, she was struck by the smell of lingering smoke.

"Ugh, what the hell?"

The window was open and on the edge sat an ashtray with a burnt out cigarette snuffed in it. Evidently, the attempt was made to do away with any smoke inside, but it didn't do much.

Macy growled. She really didn't need this stinking up the room. Her eyes smoldered as she realized the culprit.

"Cassie..." She growled.

Speak of the devil, the door opened right back up and in he walked, an energy drink in hand. He didn't even get a chance to grunt his normal 'hey' before Macy gripped him by the collar and dragged him in.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"What the fuck yourself, bitch?"

She hissed and wrestled him easily into a headlock, sticking a finger in her mouth and coating it in saliva. Cassie heard the pop as it left her lips, but before he could protest, she shoved the spit soaked digit in his ear, twisting back and forth.

"Ugh! Fucking nasty ass shit sucker! What the fuck are you doing!"

Macy continued to twist, gritting her teeth. "You couldn't have just sprayed the room or something?"

Cassie finally pulled away, shuddering at the wet feeling in his ear. Gross.

"What are you fucking talking about!?"

She pointed to the window where the ashtray was. Cassie looked past her to it and raised an eyebrow.

"You smoke?"

Macy stared at him, unimpressed.

"No, pin dick, I mean you need to take care of your shit better!"

He scoffed. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Macy harrumphed and looked down at him. "Nope. Clean up after yourself better or I'm leaving your ass naked in the quad."

Cassie threw his arms up. "That's not what I meant, dipshit! I mean that wasn't me!"

She laughed. "Oh really?"

He made a 'duh' face. "Yeah. I don't smoke, idiot!"

Macy blinked.

"Huh?"

"I said I don't smoke! I..." Cassie flushed, "... I always choke when I try, so I just don't do it..."

What the hell?

"What the hell?" Macy brought her thoughts to life.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Taylor came out, towel covering his lower half as an absolute mane of hair fell behind him. No wonder he always tied it up.

"Wh-what's going on out here? I heard yelling..."

Cassie nodded towards Macy. "Super bitch is accusing me of smoking up the room."

Macy stomped. "Who else could it have been!?"

Taylor squeaked and they both looked at him.

"I-I'm so s-sorry! I normally put a fan on but I c-couldn't find one, so I j-just opened the window and hoped that'd be enough until I could get one..."

Both of them stared at Taylor in shock for yet another revelation he'd dropped on them.

Cassie balked. "You smoke?"

Taylor nodded. "It helps me destress... You know, from my... Daily routine."

Getting his panties torn, being shoved into various lockers, trash bins, or toilets, having his clothes stolen or hair pulled, so on and so forth.

Oh yeah, also all the responsibility stuff. But mostly the other thing.

"Uh..." Macy was getting a little overwhelmed by the amount of times her view of the femboy had changed over the week, "... Right. I guess we'll get you a fan."

Taylor smiled and thanked her for offering to help. That being said...

Macy smirked and crossed the room to stand in front of him and before he could tell what was going on, she whipped his towel off of him.

"Eep!"

He quickly covered his crotch. She hummed before snapping and grabbing his nipples which had been left exposed. His eyes widened.

"Sorry Tay-tay, still gotta punish ya for stinking up the room!"

Taylor made sure not to get the room smokey after that.

"AAAAYYIIIIEEE!"

Macy was very persuasive.

/\~\/~/\

Day five was the first time any of them interacted with each other in front of other students.

It wasn't like they were keeping their relationship a secret or anything, but there were some things that they didn't want escaping. After all, Macy had promised not to tell anyone of Cassie's true gender, and Cassie still had an image to upkeep. Macy wouldn't ruin his image, so long as he didn't push her in public.

That left poor Taylor as the odd one out.

"U-uhm, maybe y-you nice girls can leave me alone t-today?"

The cheerleading squad had him surrounded, already gripping different parts of his clothes or hair. The vice leader of the team, Tracy, had a grip on his front waistband. She smirked into his face, giving soft pulls to get his panties snug against him.

"Sorry cutie. This is kinda tradition for us at this point. No hard feelings, ya know?"

Taylor, being too nice for his own good, just deflated and nodded. She pat his cheek.

"Good boy. Ready girls?"

There was a cheer of agreement but before they all started, a new voice called out.

"Hey ladies! What's going on?"

They all turned to see Macy skipping over. They greeted her warmly, Tracy nodding towards Taylor.

"Just about to start our pre-practice tradition. You remember, right? Wedgie the femboy and all goes well?"

Macy finally noticed Taylor and beamed. "Oh! Hey, Tay-tay!"

She bent down and kissed his nose, causing him to burn up. The other girls all stared in shock at their friend and captain.

"Yo," Tracy let the waistband snap back to his pelvis, turning to Macy with wide eyes, "What was that, Cap?"

Macy shrugged. "I guess I forgot to mention. This cute little girl," she squeezed Taylor's butt and he somehow flushed deeper, "Is my new boyfriend!"

Taylor expected there to be some backlash, like in all the movies and shows he'd seen. Where the popular person dates the nerd and then all the other popular people start to hate them.

Instead they all let out squees and let go of him, many of them crowding around Macy and pushing him into her.

"Awww! That's so cute! Congrats, sis!" One girl, Casey, he thought, cooed.

"You gotta tell us how that happened!" Another girl, Gracy, he was pretty sure, demanded.

Another member, Stacy, he knew this one for a fact, cleared her throat. "Does he... Know?"

Macy nodded and he was a little lost. When they all leaned further in, Tracy asked:

"And he's okay with it?"

Macy grinned, squeezing his butt and getting another squeak out of him.

"Oh, he's more than okay with it."

Once again the girls all squealed in delight and excitement, swarming his personal space now.

"You are just adorable!" Casey pinched his cheek.

Tracy clapped Macy in the back. "I'm happy for you! We'll have to find a new good luck charm, though..."

Macy hummed, her eyes drifting to Taylor. He didn't realize it until all of them were giving him the same look, and he tried hiding against Macy.

"Um, wh-why's everyone looking at m-me?"

Twenty minutes later and the cheer team had their new good luck charm. The girls all agreed they wouldn't wedgie the life out of him before every practice and in exchange...

"A-are you s-sure this is all I have to d-do?" Taylor asked from the bleachers facing the girls. The team all called their agreement and waited. He looked up at Macy, who nodded in encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore that he had been taken into the girls locker room and stuffed in a matching purple and gold cheerleading outfit as the rest of them. He stuck up two peace signs and winked shyly.

"G-go team!"

The girls all squealed and started their practice, doing quite well the whole time.

Turns out he wouldn't have much trouble with the cheer team anymore.

/\~\/~/\

Day six was spent in front of the TV, where Taylor had set up his laptop and Nintendo Switch and booted up a variety of games. He had thought it'd be a good way for the three of them to bond and maybe get Cassie and Macy to stop arguing so much.

That was a mistake on his part.

"FUCK YOU! I HAD THAT!"

"EAT SHIT SISSY BOY!"

It was anything but peaceful. Funnily enough, neither of them were any good at video games from what Taylor had seen so far. Cassie was too impatient and Macy just didn't understand the controls that well.

So much for bonding, the two of them spent the whole time ensuring the other wouldn't win. On the plus side, Taylor had a flawless win streak now!

"OH! YOU EMO SHIT STAIN!"

"TAKE MY COCK BLONDIE!"

On the other hand, he was afraid they'd get a noise complaint at this rate.

He decided that maybe it would be better if he had them play a team game instead. So he put Mario Kart away and tried to think of a game that would force them to work together.

He settled on Stardew Valley, figuring there was no possible way they could turn this into an argument.

"Why the fuck did you pick that, blondie!?"

"I'm selling it, pasty!"

But they somehow took one of the most relaxing games he could think of and made that aggressive too.

"THAT'S IT!"

"What are you—! HEY! LET GO, EMO FREAK!"

Cassie shocked Macy and Taylor both when he dropped his controller and dove over to Macy, grabbing her thong and yanking up.

For her part, Macy had gotten wedgies before, she was a cheerleader on a team of other proud girls in a school known for its bullies. She was no stranger to the experience. She'd gone through initiation, same as the others.

That being said, it still hurt— Cassie was far stronger than she had thought, maybe even physically stronger than her!— but she wouldn't take this lying down! Leaning down and grabbing Cassie's own underwear she ripped it up his ass as well.

Taylor just sat helplessly and watched the two tear each other's panties off. Of course, even though he'd managed to give her a brutal wedgie (that Macy wouldn't admit to feeling for the next two days) Cassie still ended up taking another pounding to the ass. Taylor didn't join in immediately this time, instead watching as he realized the only time the two of them seemingly got along—

"Nngh! Fuck! FUCK! Harder you stupid blonde!"

Macy had Cassie's legs up and knees hanging over her arms as she slammed him in a full nelson over and over, a bulge appearing at his tummy with each thrust. They were leaning against the side of Macy's bed, still on the floor. His tongue hung from his mouth as his little penis twitched happily with every pump.

"I'm going as hard as I can! Your fat ass stops me from going all the way unless you spread more!"

Cassie grit his teeth, spit leaking from the corner of his mouth and tears streaking his makeup as he reached down over where Macy's arms gripped him around his midsection and grabbed his own ass, spreading wider. Taylor licked his lips at the sight of Cassie's asshole stretching to accommodate Macy's thick bitch breaker.

"Now get to work, damnit!"

"Shut it butt slut! Who's in charge here!?"

This was punctuated with a deeper thrust that had Cassie moaning throatily.

"Oooough! You are~!"

Taylor blushed. Great. Now he was horny too.

Deciding he wouldn't just be a spectator, he crawled forward to where they were seated and leaned down, taking Cassie's tiny dick in his mouth easily and swirling it around with his tongue. One hand drifted down to jerk himself off. He kept going even after he felt Cassie cum, the goth moaning pitifully for them both to keep going, even as he shook from overstimulation.

Truly it was the only timeall three of themcould get along.

/\~\/~/\

And that brings us to the present, the end of their first week together. Big number seven.

The first week had felt both gratingly slow, but somehow blindingly fast at the same time. Today, though, was a lazy, rainy day that was spent inside. No games, no outings, no bullying or anal pounding. Nothing. They all sat around the room doing their own thing in blissful silence.

Taylor sat on his beanbag chair, typing away fervently on his laptop with an intense focus. Macy lay across her bed in her tummy, her legs up and kicking back and forth to a rhythm in her head as she scrolled through her phone. Cassie was sitting on a stool and tuning his guitar, more careful than he was with almost anything else.

At some point, Macy had brought her phone over to Taylor's bean bag and lifted him up, settling in before dropping him back on her lap. Taylor shuffled to get comfy, but continued typing away at assignments on his laptop.

Cassie, after ignoring all of his assignments, was satisfied with his tuning job and dragged Matilda over, plopping down next to Macy, flushing and looking away when they both smiled at him as he snuggled up next to the two of them and plucked away softly.

Eventually, the clacking of Taylor's keyboard slowed before silencing completely he dozed off in their cuddle pile. Macy's phone had drifted down and fallen to the wayside as she too fell asleep, unconsciously hugging both boys tighter into her. Cassie gently propped his guitar against the wall and leaned back, head between Macy's boobs and Taylor's head. He closed his eyes and passed out as well.

Not every day had to be a struggle after all.

Chapter 3: Hate That I Like YouSummary:

Cassie's got something up his ass… Which is to say, Cassie is in a terrible mood (more so than usual) and Taylor and Macy just want to know why.

Chapter Text

Everyone has bad days. A part of modern society is understanding that these days are not what we should be judged on, and instead, these moments of agitation, strife, or hardship are but our emotions finally escaping after having built up over time.

Bad days manifest differently for everyone, and are handled differently in kind. Some take the path of meditation and personal care. Others work their frustrations out, physically or creatively, turning those intense feelings into something productive.

And then you had people like Cassie.

Flush!

Cassie took all those strong emotions, from happiness to rage or frustration to fear, and channeled them towards others.

Coughing and gasping sounded beneath him but was quickly drowned out. Literally.

To be more specific, Cassie took his feelings out on others. Others mostly being a certain pink haired femboy who Cassie now had nearly unlimited access to at all times.

Flush!

Taylor was hauled up by his twintails, wincing as his wet hair was pulled roughly. He sputtered and coughed, blinking stars and water out of his vision. It didn't do much considering he didn't have his glasses, having at least been allowed to take them off before he was taken to swirly town.

But what had Cassie in such a bad mood— Hold; allow me to amend that statement. What had Cassie in a worse mood than normal?

"Ca-cough- Cassie..." Taylor whined, turning as much as he could with Cassie's grip on his hair. "Can we stop n-now?"

Cassie looked down. He was met with Taylor's pleading face, dripping with toilet water. So round and smooth. His eyes were sparkling slightly; and Cassie knew that when he had his glasses on his eyes only looked bigger. The way his lip quivered slightly was simply too cute for—

Cassie scowled fiercely and plunged Taylor back into the toilet.

Flush!

Oh, to be emotionally avoidant. Truly it's the best way to handle your feelings.

Stupid blonde bimbo, Cassie groused loser ass Taylor. Stupid sexy, bitchy Macy. Stupid cute, caring Tay—

"Goddamnit!" Cassie shouted and pushed off of Taylor, forcing him deep into the toilet as he stood up, wiping his hands off on the pinkette's sweater. Taylor pulled himself out and spit out any water that had made it into his mouth.

Taylor sighed deeply. At least he'd cleaned it that morning.

Cassie huffed and stomped back into the room proper, crashing down next to his guitar and angrily tuning it. He dragged a pair of headphones, rammed the jack into his amp and tuned out the room. Taylor stumbled out after him, grabbing a towel to dry off with in the process.

Taylor was about to fall into his bean bag, only to find that Macy was already occupying it, scrolling away on her phone in visible boredom. After living together for a few weeks now, Macy had fallen for the plush seat, and it was more normal for Taylor to share it with her than be on it alone.

Macy watched as Cassie continued to angrily pluck at and tune his guitar, deaf to the world. Figuring she was safe from him overhearing and, more importantly, bitching, she turned a confused eye to Taylor.

"What's got his panties in a twist?"

Taylor shrugged. "I don't know. He's been more aggressive the last few days."

Macy hummed. It was no secret that Cassie was the moodiest member of their trifecta. Basically anything could set the goth off, and he wasn't exactly the most emotionally intelligent person around. She thought about what it was that could've set him off recently.

Was he just horny? No, that couldn't be it. Just a few days ago she'd bent him over her desk and he'd cum three times before needing to stop.

Maybe it was family troubles, though, given that she didn't know anything about his family that was hard to determine.

"I'll just ask," Macy shrugged, moving to stand. She was a little surprised when Taylor stopped her with a gentle hand on her chest.

"M-maybe we should just give him some time..."

It was sweet that Taylor was willing to give someone like Cassie such demure treatment. For his sake, she fell back and left the goth alone.

"I'm sure he'll open up when he's ready," Taylor said, sounding hopeful.

Macy had her doubts, but she was willing to take it slow. For now, at least.

/\~\/~/\

Two more days had passed and Cassie's mood had not improved. If anything, he was talking to them even less than he was before.

"Okay, now I'm just gonna ask him."

Taylor stopped her again. "But what if he's not ready!" Was his muffled reply.

Macy gave him an unimpressed look, giving him a once over from the waist up.

"Tay-tay." Macy drawled. "He just duct taped your panties around your face."

It was true. Cassie had given the pinkette an atomic wedgie, locking the waistband under his chin and secured it so he couldn't easily remove it, placing his glasses over them as a final touch. Taylor had just whined and whimpered the whole time, but still hadn't removed it. Macy thought the little donut prints on his underwear were cute, though. She gave the waistband a little tug down, eliciting a squeak out of Taylor.

Cassie just watched on, scowl on his face as he refused to look at either of them. Macy's eyes narrowed his way even as Taylor kept talking.

"W-well," even with his face fully covered, she could tell he was blushing profusely, "Even still! We shouldn't push him!"

"I disagree. I'm absolutely gonna push him."

And push him she did. Right into the girls locker room. She also left Taylor out in the hallway in his own.

"Macy?" Taylor stumbled to look around, as though it'd do anything currently.

No response. Not from Macy, at least. A group of voices was heard before they assumedly saw him and halted.

"Oh shit! It's Taylor! And he's all wrapped up for us!"

"... Aw beans."

In the locker room, Cassie was struggling, spitting expletives and obscenities so vile that Macy was starting to blush. He was also a lot stronger than she gave him credit for! He nearly flipped her over his shoulder!

"Wow you really do have a potty mouth."

Cassie growled. "What the fuck do you want?"

Macy picked him up by his shirt and slammed him into a locker, winding him.

He really needed to remember that she could do that before he talked.

"I'm only asking this once before I leave you hog-tied face down ass up in here for whatever girls come back from the gym next, understood?"

He flushed through his scowl but still knew to nod.

"Good girl—"

Ignore the boner Cassie... Your boner. And hers. Ignore all the boners, Cassie.

"Now, you're gonna tell me why you've been such a dick lately, and if you lie I'm leaving you hanging for those girls instead."

Cassie's jaw tightened and he looked disgusted at what she was asking.

"You want me to share my feelings?"

Macy sighed. "I said I was only asking once."

She started moving and he wriggled violently.

"Okay fine! Christ alive!"

Macy hummed in triumph and dropped him on his ass on a bench. She sat right behind him and dragged him backwards into her, cuddling him from behind.

He flailed about, and she could see how red his face was when his head moved. "Wh-what are you d-doing!?"

"I figured you were bad at talking about your feelings so I'm hugging you for comfort."

And also so he didn't run away, she didn't say.

He struggled for a bit longer before finally wearing himself out and crossing his arms. Like this, held by her in such a way and acting so huffy, she couldn't help but liken him to a grumpy kitten.

"I am not!"

Macy laughed awkwardly. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.

Cassie huffed, trying to ignore how hot his face felt right now or how warm and comforting Macy's body was pressed against his back like this. It also didn't help that his head was sandwiched between her boobs.

"... Do I have to do this?"

Macy hadn't ever heard him sound so vulnerable before. It made her feel a little guilty for threatening him. Pushing past that, she held him tighter.

"I'm not asking for your life story dude, I just wanna know who pissed in your cereal."

Cassie snorted before quickly covering his face. Macy stilled and slowly looked down at him, where his eyes were wide.

"Did you just—"

"NO, FUCK OFF!"

Oh he totally did. She cooed and pressed at his cheeks, ignoring the way he whined— honest to God whined— for her to stop. He didn't even make sounds that cute when she was ramming him!

Good to know that Cassie found it funny when people cussed right back at him. And cuddled him. She locked that note away for future occasions.

"C'mon Cass," she prodded, "Open up. You're normally so good at it!"

He batted her hands away, his flush remaining even as he scowled at her. "Do you have to talk about blowing my back out whenever you get the chance?"

She laughed. "Uh, yeah? Remember I said I'd treat you like a princess outside of sex? Talking about fucking you falls in the realm of sex, not outside of it."

He grumbled but didn't pursue the matter more lest she kept talking about fucking him.

"Feelings. Now."

She squeezed his tummy and he choked the squeak that almost came out when she did. Damn this woman! He let out a strained noise, trying to stall for time.

Fortunately— or perhaps not— for him, he managed just that.

"— I mean seriously, who would just leave a perfectly good nerd in the middle of the hall like that? Not just a nerd, Taylor Han! That's likethenerd!"

"I know right? You see how his panties were taped to his face? He probably doesn't even know he's hanging from the lounge coat hooks!"

A chorus of laughter sounded and Macy and Cassie both startled. Turning, they were met with a group of rather musclebound women.

The TUG Women's Rugby team. Macy was familiar with them. They weren't exactly friends, more like acquaintances, but she knew them better for being a particularly ruthless group of bullies. She'd seen the way they could destroy even other athletes, and more than once she'd cheered for one of their games where they took their prize in the form of the other team's panties. Or all of their clothes. Their dignity, really.

And by the sounds of it, they'd found Taylor in the hallway.

Damn! I knew I was forgetting something important!

She'd make it up to him later. After she paid a visit to the student lounge to get him down...

"Alright girls let's—" the head of the team, a girl named Valerie, paused when she locked eyes with Macy, who was still hugging Cassie like a stuffed toy. "Oh. You're the head of the cheer team right? Macy... Lee, or something?"

"Macy-Lyn. Macy's fine." she corrected. Valerie snapped her fingers.

"That was it, my bad. I'm Valerie, Val for short. I uh, hope we didn't interrupt anything. Didn't realize anyone else was in here..."

Macy laughed and Cassie ducked his face. "This is a recent development for both of us, trust me."

Val shrugged and another rugby player, Liana, strolled up before realizing exactly what goth Macy was holding.

"Whoa... Are Macy-Lyn Dunning and Cassie Harthwright dating?"

Val smacked her upside the head. "A little tact, Lia?"

For her part, the girl looked at least slightly apologetic. Macy waved it off casually while Val just rolled her eyes, clapping her hands and making the rest of the girls start cleaning themselves up. Which normally wouldn't faze anyone present.

Except that Cassie was very muchnota girl, and had never actually been in any of the girls' facilities.

Normally, before he moved in with the other two, he would shower incredibly late to avoid people and it wasn't like he worked out or anything, so he never needed to go to the changing rooms. The one exception he had to make once was that he had to use the women's bathroom for an emergency and it had been an incredibly tense piss for him. Otherwise, he normally just used the gender neutral bathrooms with the same excuse that everyone used: they were private.

Now though, he was sitting in the women's changing room, fully surrounded by girls who were now all in various states of undress and absolutely shameless about it. Macy didn't seem to recognize his plight and just kept chatting with the rugby girls.

"Good practice today?"

"Eh," Val pulled her top off and pants down, revealing all of her muscular, olive skin, "mostly. Some people need to work on theirforward pass!"

The last bit was called out to the back of the room and met with laughter and one 'fuck off' from the other girls. Macy laughed with them. Cassie blushed more.

"So I know you're on the squad," Val was looking at Macy when she said this, but her eyes slowly dragged over to Cassie, "But you never struck me as the, ya know, athletic type. What're you doing here?"

Macy hummed and looked down to Cassie as if waiting for his answer before finally it seemed to register to her that Cassie was, in fact, sitting in her lap still and was very much a boy. Surrounded by naked girls in the women's locker room. Her wide eyes met his, and both seemed to struggle to come up with something.

"I uh, box?"

Not necessarily wrong, just not the truth either. Cassie was notorious for beating the shit out of a lot of people bigger than him. Val looked Cassie up and down with a skeptical eye.

"I guess the stories hold some weight then... Still, what're you both doing here together?"

Luckily, or unluckily depending on who you asked, an excuse was made for them by one of the other girls who noticed their panicked expressions.

"Oh shit!" One girl looked at them, scandalized, "Were you two about to fuck!?"

And just like that the room went silent but for Val slapping a hand to her face in disappointment.

"Tess," she groaned, "What the actual fuck?"

Unlike Lia, Tess did not have the shame to stop speaking, much as she didn't have any shame in standing in front of them, tits out in just her bikini cut panties. "Dude, that's insane! I already didn't think it was possible for anyone to get into Macy-Lyn Dunning's pants, but Cassie Harthwright is onanother fucking level!"

The other girls had stopped and were now paying more attention to them than they had the whole time prior. Cassie kept his face down, desperately trying to find an excuse to get out. All the while Tess kept going, despite Val looking like she was about to jump the girl.

"I can't believe that two of the most thirsted-after girls are bumpin' uglies!"

Even Macy was starting to look uncomfortable now, and that last statement was enough for Val to take action.

Grabbing her by both sides of her underwear, Val hiked the fabric up, practically cutting the girl in half. Tess's eyes crossed and she whimpered. As a rugby player, she was a little on the smaller side, shorter than Val by quite a bit, so Val had no problem lifting her.

"I'm gonna deal with this knucklehead," she shook the girl, making her cry out in pain, "You two should head out. Sorry about that."

Macy laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, uh, no problem. I'll catch you at your next game."

Val hummed and dragged Tess off, shouting something about 'being an example of manners for the team'. Macy quickly took Cassie's hand and the two bolted from the room.

Once they were a safe distance, Cassie sighed and slumped against the wall, sliding down it. Macy stood beside him, looking down as he glared at the wall, refusing to meet her eyes.

She cleared her throat. "Uh, sorry about that."

"Mm."

Right. For once she felt she might've deserved a little bit of the goths attitude. So much for getting him to open up. They remained there in silence for a while, him sitting and her standing. At one point she too sat against the wall. Cassie's eyes were closed and he looked to be grinding his teeth.

Macy wanted to say that she was good with people, but realistically she knew she was only good with like-minded souls. Other athletes, popular people, and the like. Taylor was definitely the best people-person she knew, and likely would've been a great ear to talk off if anyone bothered to talk to him instead of bullying him.

Which then sent a shock of reminder down her spine.

"Oh shit, Taylor!"

She shot to her feet and started making her way to the student lounge. She heard grumbling and footsteps behind her and knew that Cassie was following, which she counted as another small step forward. The two made their ways back towards the dorms but went right towards the common area instead of the rooms.

When they got there, it was an unfortunate sight.

Taylor hung from the coat hooks by his panties, just like the rugby team had said, still stuck in a duct tape atomic. Only his tights had been pulled down and skirt flipped up, leaving his butt on display. The bright red on each cheek told the story of a spanking that had happened recently, however the wetness of his head and the panties covering his face was confusing.

"Oh, Tay-tay, I'm so sorry I forgot you outside the lockers!"

Cassie grunted while Macy went to get him down. "What the hell happened after they hung you?"

Taylor sighed when Macy finally got him down and he stumbled for a moment when she put him in his feet. His back still had to arch to accommodate his atomic. Macy got to work undoing the duct tape gently so as not to hurt him.

"W-well, after the first group of girls hung me up, two more girls found me and took me down but it was just to give me a swirly. Then they hung me back up again."

That explained the wetness.

"Then the frat boys from Alpha Zeta Zeta found me hangingagainand played a game they called 'smack or crack' which apparently works off of some arbitrary point system I couldn't follow but really just consisted of spanking me. Some of them missed and hit my balls though..."

Macy succeeded in getting the panty mask off and tossed the duct tape away. Taylor stretched, sighing in relief as he could finally pick his underwear out of his ass.

Macy noticed something missing. "Taylor? Did they take your glasses?"

He sighed, blinking hard. "Yeah, the girls did. Not the rugby team, the ones who gave me the swirly. It's not the first time something like this has happened, but I'll have to get a new pair."

Cassie sniffed. "What girls again?"

Taylor hummed in thought. "I only heard their voices but I'm pretty sure it was the BB Guns."

The BB Guns were a pair of girls, Becca and Bella, who were generally just punks. They called themselves the BB Guns because they claimed they stung like a pellet from an airsoft gun.

Real creative, those girls.

Macy huffed. "It'll take a while for new glasses! Don't you have any spares?"

"Those were my spares..."

"Oh," Macy winced, "ever thought about contacts?"

Taylor nodded. "Yeah, but apparently my eyes aren't even enough for them. Something about them not being completely round."

Macy swore and let Taylor grab her arm. From living together, she'd discovered that his prescription was pretty damn heavy, and he was effectively like Velma from Scooby-Doo; blind as a bat without glasses.

"Cassie, I'm gonna take Tay-tay back, and then you're—"

Macy turned to tell him that he'd be spilling his feelings but when she looked behind her there was nobody there.

"What the hell? Where'd he go?"

Taylor wasn't exactly the best person to ask considering he could hardly see.

"U-um, Macy? Could you help me back to the room?"

Macy lifted him up in a bridal carry and he yelped, blushing as Macy marched through the halls towards their room. He couldn't see anyone, but the murmurs of people who caught sight of them were easy to hear. Macy ignored them and kept walking. As far as she was concerned, nobody worth her time had anything to say to her!

She unlocked the door and used her hip to bump it open. She walked in and put Taylor down.

"There you go! Back safe and sound!"

Taylor giggled awkwardly. "Thanks Macy. Erm, I'm gonna shower. You know, because of the, um, swirly..."

He stumbled his way to the bathroom and managed to get everything going from muscle memory. His vision may have been poor, but he remembered where everything in their room was, at least.

He took his clothes off and tossed them in the general direction of the hampers in the corner. They each had their own, but he didn't know if his clothes landed in the right one. He untied his twintails and shook his head as his hair came undone. Let down like this, he could wrap himself in it like a blanket if it weren't wet and cold from his earlier torment.

He flailed about as he looked for the shower knob. When he found it he turned it to where he normally remembered it going to get the temperature he liked. The shower in their dorm had a long, flat linoleum base and a detachable shower nozzle. There was no bathtub but he didn't expect there to be, as nice as it would've been. There was a curtain that could be pulled all the way around it to prevent water from splashing outside the basin.

Stepping in the shower he sighed as he felt the water wash over him. He was unfortunately used to this routine. If he wasn't getting a faceful of toilet water, he was getting shoved in a trash bin. Sometimes he had food thrown at him, sometimes he'd have his face pushed in it instead. On the worst days he'd have it shoved in his underwear!

At least the toilet they used today was just cleaned. He shivered at the thought of a dirty one; which he had unfortunately also seen before. Still, it was gross that it was one of the communal ones and even more embarrassing that it had been the girls bathroom. He was familiar with all of the bathrooms on campus through this process and it was still just as humiliating now to have a bunch of girls laughing at him while he was forced to kiss the bottom of a toilet bowl.

The spanking had hurt but the water was helping with that. He lamented the loss of his glasses though. How would he do any work if he couldn't see?

So focused on his misery was he, Taylor didn't even hear the door to the bathroom open and close, nor did he notice the shower curtain shifting until it was fully pushed out of the way.

He yelped and nearly slipped but a hand grabbed his shoulder and steadied him. He stammered and his hands flew down to cover himself as his whole body started turning red.

"Easy Tay-tay! It's just me! And why are you covering yourself? I've literally sucked your dick before!"

That was exactly why he was embarrassed!

"M-Macy!? What are y-you doing in here!?"

Macy laughed as if it were obvious. "I'm helping you shower, duh!"

He could only stare blearily at her muddled and blurry form, made even harder to see fully with the steam and water in his face. His hair was wet and clung to him as he whined and fidgeted. He idly grabbed a strand and started toying with it, a habit he had when he was nervous and one he generally avoided by tying it back in his normal style.

"You don't have to do that..."

Macy hummed and he let out a muffled gasp when she stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug, his face buried in her bosom. Macy looked down and giggled at the way his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. He was always so quick to lose himself once she started touching him!

"And yet here I am! Doing it!"

She grabbed his shampoo from their shared shower rack and poured a liberal amount on her hand. Rubbing them together, she turned them so her back shielded him from the water.

Her hands started to rub slow circles into his hair, her fingers digging gently into his scalp. He sighed in bliss as she lathered his head up, his pink mane becoming a massive mountain of bubbles. She laughed and played with the sudsy locks, making sure to wash every inch of his hair.

"Do you rinse it out or let it sit first?"

Taylor hummed quietly. "I let it sit for a little. I normally do my body while I wait..."

Macy nodded with an 'mhmm!' and grabbed his body wash. She popped the cap open and sniffed it.

"Mmm! It smells like strawberries!" Leaning down she sniffed his soapy hair. "And your hair smells like apples!"

Taylor twiddled his fingers. "I like fruit smells..."

Macy nodded. She absolutely had a winner of a boyfriend here! She eyed her own soaps, flower based instead, and Cassie's next to that, no scents but easily triple the amount of products either of them used. She rolled her eyes. Such a princess...

Back to the moment she grew a mischievous look and pulled Taylor's back flush against her. He squeaked as he felt her soft yet toned body press to him and flushed deeply as he felt her member sandwich itself between his perky butt.

She drizzled the gel over his body and he squealed at the feeling. She put the bottle down and started rubbing her hands over him. They pressed down into his skin, exploring every inch of his lithe form. When she got to his chest she dragged her fingers around his nipples gently. He moaned as she pressed into them and rolled them lightly. It wasn't like the titty twisters that he was used to though. This actually felt... Good. Really good!

"Ah~!" He moaned as she glided past his sensitive nubs and down south. One hand stayed in front while the other crawled around him, raking across his hip and settling in his ass.

Macy squeezed his crotch soft enough that it didn't hurt, but firmly enough that Taylor knew he was all hers right now. The hand on his butt squeezed and kneaded the tender cheek meat, further soothing the rawness that had been spanked into it earlier.

Her hand, slick with water and soap, rubbed around his penis, her thumb gliding back and forth over his tip, earning her a soft gasp each time. He started humping lightly as she picked up the pace and surprised him when she started nibbling his ear.

"Hey Tay-tay," she spoke softly, her breath warm on his ear and neck. "I think I've got a way to help relieve some of that stress..."

Taylor moaned, nodding as she gave his little friend one last loving squeeze. When she pulled away he whined and leaned further into her, arching his back and pressing his butt into her much larger length. He reached up and behind him, pawing at her collarbone and jaw.

"Give it to me..." He demanded with a pout. She smirked and booped his nose with the same hand that was just jerking him off.

"We don't have lube in here, baby," she reminded him gently. He huffed and started reaching towards the rack. When his fingers touched it he danced along it until his hands found a metal canister and he pulled it off and gave it to her.

"Use that... Please hurry..." He whined. She looked at the can he passed her. It was shaving cream. She laughed but shrugged, heaping a large amount on her hands and rubbing them together. She ran her hands up and down her cock and felt as it became lubricated.

"How'd you figure this out?"

He flushed and wiggled his hips back and forth. "When... When I shave my asshole sometimes I slip a finger in... It goes in smoothly with that stuff..."

She gazed upon him with nothing but lust. Who knew her sweet little Tay-tay was such an adventurous little boy!

She poured a little more cream on her hand and started rubbing up and down his crack. He moaned when she slipped two fingers in his ass, pumping back and forth slowly.

"You're right!" Color her surprised! It actually did go in easily!

He moaned in response, back arched as he pressed his chest to the shower wall, ignoring the cold tiles. His legs quivered as she fingered him, gasping when she slipped another two fingers in. She grunted as she had to push with more force than she was expecting.

"Damn babe! You're really tight!"

He just moaned in response. So far he hadn't ever taken anything in his ass unless it was something being shoved in it by a bully. He got used to clenching in attempts to keep stuff out, so he must've retained the tightness.

Macy hummed. It would probably be really snug in there... The thought made her rock hard. At full mast, her tip aimed at his hole like a torpedo.

"Ready?"

Taylor's response was to push his butt out more and wiggle it back and forth. She watched it sway, mesmerized. She couldn't resist!

Her forearms found themselves on either side of his head, braced against the wall. He bit his lip when he felt her tip tease his hole. This would be his first time, anal or otherwise. Up until now Cassie had been the one doing all the receiving.

He moaned loudly as Macy pushed forward slowly. Her tip spread his ring wide and he instinctively tried to close up. She yelped and twitched, making him moan more as he felt her tip swell larger inside him.

"T-tight!" She squealed. "You're so tight!"

Taylor moaned. It was tantalizing having her inside him but so cruel that she had stopped. He huffed and pouted. Deciding he needed her cock right now, he took matters into his own hand. Or rather, his own hips.

He pushed backwards and let out a guttural moan as she split him in half. Macy hissed as he impaled himself on her, her every inch being crushed by his anus' inner walls as he speared himself on her.

"Too... Tight...!"

Taylor didn't listen though. Instead he kept backing up, faster now, until he felt his ass press to her pelvis. Macy was stiff, both inside him and as she stood there, trying her best not to groan in pain at just how insanely tight Taylor was.

Taylor was lost in his heat though. He looked down, in awe of the bulge poking from his tummy. In curiosity he reached both his hands up and held it, moaning at the feeling of having girlcock distend his body like this. Macy twitched as she felt him squeeze her from outside now too.

"Fuck!" She bucked her hips, momentarily lifting Taylor off his feet and winding him. "Tay-tay! I'm sorry! I have to do this!"

He didn't know what she meant until he felt her hands clamp around his waist and lift him up, dragging him along her cock. He moaned as she did then gasped loudly and cried out as she thrust up and dragged him back down. She repeated this again and again until it dawned on him.

She was using him like a fleshlight! And...

He was loving it!

He moaned and reached up, linking his arms behind her neck for support as she continued to use his hole like he was a whore. She grunted with each thrust. He was getting looser but not by much! He was like a trap for her dick!

She groaned and pounded harder, his belly bulging with each thrust. He giggled hysterically as he was used, loving the feeling of his ass being split like this.

Macy really wished she could make this last longer but between Taylor's tightness, and the fact that his thighs were clenching together right around her balls, she knew what was coming.

"Tay-tay! Get ready!"

Taylor couldn't really do that considering he wasn't in control of the tempo right now. Instead he just continued to wail in ecstasy as Macy pumped in and out of him.

With a scream and one last thrust, Macy pushed as deep as she could into him, forcing him down on her cock as far as she could, all the way down to her base. Her balls pulsed as they released the biggest load she'd ever blown.

Taylor gasped as he felt her start filling him. The feeling was so insanely arousing, he instantly started spraying his own semen wildly, his much smaller dick painting the wall with his seed.

He realized something felt wrong though when he realized how big his tummy was getting. He gasped as he felt himself getting heavier, Macy's load overfilling him. He groaned and sunk down in her arms. She caught him in a hug, but this proved to be a mistake.

He started to gasp but it turned into a gag. Macy was about to ask what was wrong, her grip around his cum-filled belly tightening. This only broke the dam.

Taylor's mouth opened and a small torrent of cum gushed from his lips. Macy gasped as she watched her own cream pour from his throat. When he was done throwing up her semen, he coughed, more seed dribbling out and down his bottom lip.

His belly was still full though, and when Macy slowly dragged herself out of him, wincing the whole time, her tip got stuck at his rim. She grunted and Taylor reached down weakly to spread his ass open more. With a loud 'shlunk!' she popped free of his asshole.

His ring gaped open for only a moment before it closed up tightly again. Unlike Cassie, he didn't leak out the rest of her load. It stayed inside his belly, making him groan as he held his hands under it like he was pregnant. She nearly swooned at the thought of her precious Taylor carrying her child! Regardless of the fact that, as a guy, he couldn't actually do that.

"I... I think I have to push the rest out..."

Macy let out a dumb 'huh?' as she put Taylor down. He stumbled and stood weakly. He clenched his face with a blush. With a slight gurgle from his stomach he squatted slightly, holding his belly. With a groan his asshole opened up and a steady stream of cum started pouring from his anus. It just barely managed to go down the drain fast enough not to stick to the linoleum.

Taylor's face was bright red, and he squeaked and squatted deeper when his tummy rumbled more, the stream of cum intensifying. Macy watched in awe when his little dick started dribbling again as well, the rapid release evidently stimulating something inside his hole as he added his own cum to the deluge from his ass. He moaned like a bitch as he sprayed her jizz out of his ass while her cum essentially fucked him in reverse. He only just managed to beg her way, unable to see her but knowing she was watching him.

"P-please d-don't watch..."

Macy really wanted to look away for him but all she could do was shake her head slowly, transfixed on the sight before her. His orgasm subsided and soon after his cute booty gave an embarrassingly loud 'plort!' as it splattered the last of her load out. He hunched in on himself, his tummy back to normal but more humiliated than ever.

Macy quickly hugged him and peppered him with kisses.

"Tay-tay..."

He mumbled, dazed from the experience. "... Please forget that h-happened..."

Macy turned him into the water and started rinsing him off, getting more body wash and cleaning him off again. She spoke without thinking.

"That was so hot..."

Taylor blushed even more and covered his face. Macy giggled and gave his butt a pat.

"You're not grossed out?"

Macy laughed. "It wasmyjizz, dude! Are you sure you're not grossed out?"

He fidgeted. "I-I'm feeling really e-embarrassed right now b-but... It was kinda hot knowing y-you were watching me..."

Macy hugged him tighter. "Awww! That's so sweet Tay-tay!"

It really wasn't, but this narrator isn't going to be the one to ruin their fun.

They both cleaned up and Macy helped Taylor get dressed and settled back in the room. Cassie still wasn't around so they figured they'd have to pass the time some other way for now.

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Later, Macy was working on classwork for once. Well, almost. Taylor was basically saying the answers for her while she occasionally said an answer that ended up being mostly correct. They'd fallen into a good groove until the peaceful mood was shattered.

The door was kicked in and Cassie stomped through looking as surly as usual. He stopped in front of Taylor and for a moment Macy thought he was about to give the poor femboy another round of harassment. She almost told him to knock it off.

He surprised her when, instead of that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something and placed it on Taylor's face. The pinkette blinked as he realized he could see again.

Cassie had put his glasses on for him.

"What?" Taylor pulled them away to check for damage, which he was surprised to see none of, "How'd you...?"

Cassie flushed and looked away.

"... I went and got your stupid glasses back..."

Macy cooed. "Awww! You do have a heart!"

"Fuck off!" he barked. Taylor just smiled brightly.

"I'm surprised they aren't broken or anything. Normally when people take them I don't get them back in great condition..."

Cassie hunched over and blushed more. "They were broken. They snapped one of the arms off so I..."

He mumbled the rest and Taylor titled his head, confused. "So you what?"

Cassie crossed his arms in a huff and turned around, completely hiding his face.

"... I fixed them."

Taylor was floored by this revelation and a glance at Macy said she was feeling much the same. He let his fingers slide across the arm of his glasses, barely feeling where there had been a break. Cassie must've super glued it before sanding it down since it hardly felt any different.

"Why?"

Cassie groaned. "Who cares?"

"Well, um, I do?"

"Me too!"

Taylor got up and hugged him from behind, startling the other femboy. "Thank you Cassie. It means a lot."

Cassie groaned louder. "Shut it! I didn't— Ugh! Leave me alone! Stop hugging me!"

Taylor didn't let go and Cassie continued to shout and redden more and more. Macy laughed and he glared.

"Stop laughing!"

She did not. But she did get up and scoop both of them into a bigger hug. Cassie hissed and once again looked like an angry kitten.

"Aww! Now I get it, Tay-tay! Cassie's just been sour because he looo~ves us!"

Cassie snarled. "No I don't! You guys are like, okay, at best!"

Taylor joined Macy's laughing and teasing. "From you that's high praise!"

When both kissed him on the cheeks he finally steamed himself out and hung limply in the hug.

"Ugh. Fine. You guys are... Kinda cool, I guess..."

Macy squeezed a little tighter before letting go. "See! Was that so hard?"

Cassie grumbled and tried pushing Taylor off.

"Okay dude, hug time is over. Let go of me now."

Take shook his head. "No. I'm getting everything I can out of this. Who knows when I'll get the chance again?"

Cassie growled and stuck a finger in his mouth before plunging the same finger into Taylor's ear. He squealed and pulled away, the offending finger popping out as he covered his ears, a big pout on his face.

"You big meanie!"

Cassie flipped his hair. "Uh, duh?"

Macy just shook her head but looked Cassie's way, hands on her hips.

"How did you manage to get his glasses back? The BBs aren't exactly known for being agreeable."

Cassie huffed, pointing out the window. "Take a look for yourselves. I made sure they'd be right where we could see 'em."

Macy and Taylor both shared an inquisitive look. Their window had a view of the quad from the far east, so they could see basically all of the center of the campus. When they looked out the window, it was to the sight of a brand new flag in the form of two punk girls hanging from their matching black panties.

Both cringed from pain and embarrassment, but paled from the height they'd been taken to. Cassie had raised them all the way to the top, and people were pointing and laughing, some taking pictures or videos.

Macy whistled. "Pretty impressive stuff, Cass!"

Taylor flushed. "You did that for me?"

Cassie made a noise of disgust and slugged him in the arm, making him whimper.

"Shut up and enjoy the gift, I'm not getting you another one anytime soon..."

So the three laughed with everyone else as two of the school's least favorite bullies were put on display.

Chapter 4: Tryout Season!? Blegh!Summary:

It's that time of the year where people are trying out for the various clubs and activities around TUG. Macy, as captain of the cheerleading team, has to come up with something to do for this year's rookies. Cassie and Taylor get to watch, unawares that they themselves are being watched too…

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Macy struck the last step of the cheer team's current routine flawlessly, the rest of the girls finishing in tandem. All in all, everything went the best it could've gone, and she was satisfied that her team was keeping up.

Polite clapping from the bleachers had the rest of the girls preening and Macy rolling her eyes good naturedly.

Taylor, who was still dressed in a cheer uniform as per their agreement, had become strikingly popular with her fellow cheerleaders. She'd expected a few bumps along the way, maybe one of them still wanting to tug on his panties every now and then or talking down to him, but no. He'd practically become a mascot of his own for the team, and it was doing wonders for morale.

"Alright ladies, listen up!" Macy called, getting the girls to loosely stand in front of her. When she was sure they were all listening, she nodded.

"As you all know, Trial Season is coming around again, and not just for us. For everyone."

Trial Season was what the student body at TUG referred to the opening and tryouts of clubs as. Since everything began tryouts at about the same time and a lot of the clubs could have rather unique or extraneous requirements or tests to get accepted, the time of semester was referred to as Trial Season.

And with proper noun capitalization like that, you know that means it's serious!

"What are we doing this time around?" Tracy, the vice captain, asked. Macy shrugged.

"I dunno. That's what the meeting is for."

Taylor sat by awkwardly. This felt like some sacred discussion he was sitting in on and he wasn't sure if he should leave or not.

"Last semester was pretty good," Stacy hummed. Beside her, another cheerleader shivered.

"That's because only me, Gracy, and Kasey joined last time..."

This was said by a girl named Brianna, but since everyone on the team miraculously, and yes it was always a complete accident, had rhyming names she was always referred to by her team nickname: Bracey. Due in large part to the braces she had, giving her a slightly dorky but preppy look.

Kasey with a K— not to be confused with Casey with a C— nodded.

"It's true. We had to dive into the softball team's locker room hamper and bring back their dirty underwear. They still haven't forgiven us for that."

Okay, so maybe Trial Season was sometimes a lot like hazing, but in general it was all in good fun... Kind of. Different clubs or teams did things in varying extremes, but that's part of what made TUG's tryouts notorious.

The rest of the team laughed as they remembered the two newest members' own trial. Macy still remembered how they'd come back without bottoms. Apparently the softball team figured if they were stealing panties, it was only fair the favor was returned.

"But Stacy is right," Casey brought everyone back, "It's not just about coming up with something hilarious. We need to think of what would get us more members. We only got two new ones last time..."

It was true. The other girls trying out had wussed out, leaving Gracy, Bracey, and Kasey as the remaining rookies. They'd been welcomed in after passing, but it didn't change the fact that they needed a certain number of members to keep the team thriving.

"So we need something that's tough enough to get the real winners, but not so crazy that nobody even tries?" Tracy clarified. The others all hummed. Nobody said anything, sometimes starting an idea before it fizzled out and they went right back to thinking.

"Um, if I may be so bold..."

They all jumped and turned. They'd totally forgotten Taylor was still there, and he evidently had been listening the whole time.

"Tay-tay!" Macy looked over, smiling but skeptical, "No offense but this, um, doesn't really seem like your area of expertise..."

The rest of the girls murmured their agreement. He shuffled in place, brushing his hair away nervously.

"I-I know but, well, I figured it couldn't hurt..."

Macy beamed and skipped over to him. He stared up at her before she grabbed his arm and pulled him over to where the other girls were. Once he was standing with everyone else, she put her hands to her hips.

"Alright baby! Fire away!"

He gulped and twiddled his fingers, shrinking a little with all the girls' eyes on him.

"S-so if the problem is that you n-need to find a balance between challenging and brutal, then maybe y-you shouldn't try coming up with a challenge that directly affects the initiates but instead one that challenges them to do something... Goal oriented?"

Macy scrunched her face, brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Taylor chewed his lip as he thought of how to put it. "Well, in the past you've had people do these sorts of tests of commitment, like stealing from other teams or embarrassing themselves in public, but what if the challenge wasn't about doing something to themselves but doing something to someone else?"

The girls all stared at him and he wilted.

"Was it that bad an idea?"

Macy shook her head, bringing the femboy in for a hug. "No, Tay-tay, that was an awesome idea. It's just..."

Tracy looked at him, impressed. "I didn't realize you could come up with something so mean!"

He flushed. "Um, I guess I just figured it'd be a more attractive offer than putting themselves in the line of fire..."

The girls suddenly were alight with new ideas, and Macy gave him a big smooch on the cheek. He blushed and stammered but she shook him gently.

"You're the best babe! And all of this has given me the best idea!"

He gave a small smile. "O-oh, really?"

She nodded but suddenly started pushing him to the exit. "Yup! But this one has to stay between me and the girls, so you just head back and I'll see you back in the room, 'kay?"

He nodded and left. Macy turned back to the girls and marched forward, a glint in her eyes as she proclaimed, "Ladies, here's the deal..."

/\~\/~/\

Cassie yawned and dragged himself out of bed. He was always able to sleep well at this time of the semester. Trial Season didn't mean squat to him, since he never cared for any of the groups around the campus he got to relax while everyone else made fools of themselves.

Not to mention that half the 'trials' that people came up with were something to do with asking him out in front of everyone. He'd lost count of how many professions of love he'd gotten during these. The best part of those confessions was that he could basically do whatever he wanted and that just became part of that person's trial. Perfect opportunity for a bully like him.

Going through his normal routine, he noticed that Macy was already gone. Today was the day that Trial Season started, after all, and as the leader of the cheer team he assumed she was probably pretty busy right now.

Although he was a little curious about what she'd be planning for her initiates. Regardless of how he felt about them, the cheer team always had some pretty entertaining trials. He never cared about the actual tryout portions, that was just normal, boring audition stuff. He was here for the crazy shit!

But Macy had been tight lipped about her plan. She wouldn't even mention anything to Taylor. In fact, when the pinkette asked about it, she'd change the subject so quickly, Cassie was sure there was something she was hiding.

Like hell he would miss it!

"Hey! Pinky! Get up! It's hazing season!"

Taylor staggered up, covers drifting off as his pajamas drifted off one shoulder.

"Wha-huh?" He blinked, his face blank without his glasses. Cassie grabbed them off his dresser and shoved them on him before dragging him up.

"I wanna see what the succubus has planned for her she-devils this year and you're coming with me! Consider it a date or something!"

Taylor stared at him, flushing slightly. "R-really?"

Cassie caught himself and stammered. "Wha— uh, sure, whatever! Stop looking at me like that! Get dressed loser!"

And that was how Taylor and Cassie ended up watching the cheerleader tryouts from the bleachers, and by now it's been a few hours, not counting however long they were doing tryouts before they arrived.

Since everyone at TUG either had nothing better to do or were incredibly horny, there was a large audience present to watch a bunch of girls in revealing uniforms jump around.

Cassie was bored out of his mind watching this. Taylor surprised him a little when he started taking notes on each new girl.

"Hm. She didn't seem as flexible as the rest of the team. I don't think she'll make the cut."

Cassie stared at him. Since when was Taylor so interested in cheerleading? He knew that he and Macy would disappear around practice times a lot, but he always assumed she was sneaking in a pre practice boning to loosen up.

"Ugh. That girl was so phoning it in. Macy's definitely gonna call her out on it."

Cassie watched, and Macy did in fact call the girl out for having a half-assed routine.

"Dude..." Cassie stared at Taylor, a little concerned that he knew so much about this.

"Oh! I think they're about to start picking girls to move on to the next phase!"

Cassie immediately forgot about Taylor's weird newfound passion for cheerleading and stared intently as girls were picked to come up. When they got down to about fifteen, they told the rest 'better luck next time' and sent them on their way. Finally, the good part!

The audience all left, Cassie and Taylor among them. It was an unspoken rule at TUG. You never struck around to hear what the trial actually was. Instead, you would almost definitely discover it when the rookies were already in the middle of them, and that made seeing people making asses out of themselves all the better.

An hour later and Cassie was practically shaking. As a bully himself, he loved seeing the different ways clubs around the school made students humiliate themselves. It brought a cruel type of joy to his heart.

"Wh-what should we do while we wait?" Taylor asked. Cassie shrugged. He figured he did technically say they'd go on a date. He didn't want to be a huge tool and go back on that, especially when Taylor had looked so genuine about the offer. Maybe he should make good on his word...

"Hmph." Cassie turned away, flipping his hair in the process. "... I guess we could go out for a bit."

"O-okay!"

Cassie figured they wouldn't miss too much. Normally Trial Season lasted a while, with the first two or three days being actual, legitimate tryouts. They gave the trials out to those moving on to test people's resolve, all the while continuing the actual normal onboarding process. Cassie didn't care about any of that, though. Nobody ever acted on the first day of trials, instead waiting for someone else to act as the sacrificial lamb, so to speak.

It was said that there were only two ways it would turn out for the first person to trial: they fail spectacularly and get branded as a loser, or they actually succeed and get toted as the next star member of whatever club or team they're trying out for. Cassie preferred when they failed, obviously, but sometimes it was entertaining to see someone actually succeed when it was a particularly ruthless trial.

"C'mon, I'm not hanging around this place. It'll be quiet for the rest of the day anyways. We'll check back tomorrow for the fun shit. I'm hungry as fuck anyways."

And so the two went out for lunch, Taylor once again having to suffer through Cassie's ambivalence to speed limits. When they got back to the dorm Macy had left a note saying she'd be back late while she made sure things were ready for the cheerleader's trial. Shrugging at one another, the two crashed for the night.

In the morning Macy was still missing, and another note said she would be at tryouts all day. Cassie dragged on his normal outfit and flipped into Taylor's beanbag, watching the other boy intently.

"Huh," Cassie stared at Taylor while he got dressed. "Wonder what she's got planned that's got her waking up at the asscrack of dawn."

Taylor flushed. "Uh, I don't really know but could y-you stop staring at m-me?"

Cassie tilted his head off to the side. "Nah." He loathed to admit it, but with Macy so busy the last few days, he hadn't gotten pounded at all, and jerking off wasn't doing what it used to. While he'd love to say he wasn't a bottom, the facts were starting to speak for themselves and he refused to believe them. He kind of needed to be the top in some situation. "Do a spin."

Taylor, against his better judgment, did, blushing more when Cassie wolf whistled. He quickly pulled his tights up and threw his sweater at the goth.

"Sh-shush!"

"Aw c'mon nerd," Cassie breathed huskily, crawling over to him and getting right in the other femboys face, "can't we sneak a quickie in?"

Taylor blushed and gulped, feeling Cassie's breath on his lips, the goth's own gray eyes looking deep into him. Taylor tried to look away but Cassie reached up and grabbed his chin, keeping their eyes locked.

"C'mon dork. I'll even be all gentle and shit like you love."

It's true, Taylor was a sucker for love making and romance. He was the most easily swayed by schmoozey and cheesy stuff. Macy and Cassie were both more into the rough and passionate kind of sex. Taylor bit his lip and pouted.

"M-my name's n-not d-dork... Or nerd, o-or dweeb!"

Cassie huffed but got right next to Taylor's ear. "C'mon...Tay."

Maybe it was because he had all but moaned it into his ear, maybe it was because it was the first time Cassie referred to him by a nickname (usually that fell to Marcy), or maybe it was even that he was still very much shirtless and Cassie had begun tracing delicate, teasing circles around his torso, but Taylor's heart skipped a beat and his face brightened to an all time high. His mouth wavered as he tried to formulate a response, but the most he could manage was to pull Cassie just that little bit closer.

Their lips met and Cassie wrapped his arms around Taylor's body before dragging his nails up his still bare back. He moaned into the kiss, and that brief moment allowed Cassie further access to his mouth. The goth's tongue darted forward quickly, passing over Taylor's own as Cassie explored his mouth.

Taylor moaned again and pulled away slightly only for a hand to grab him by the back of his head and pull him back in. Cassie continued his sloppy assault on Taylor's mouth, the pinkette quickly becoming putty in his arms. When Cassie was sure he wouldn't pull away, he let his hands drift south.

When Cassie finally decided he could breathe, he pulled away, keeping his hands cupped under Taylor's ass. The nerdier femboy practically sat in his hands, his face flushed and eyes hazy as felt Cassie squeeze his perky butt. Having successfully gotten the other boy kiss drunk, Cassie started focusing his mouth elsewhere.

Taylor mewled when he felt lips start nipping and suckling on his neck and collarbone. The squeals continued when Cassie dipped lower to his chest, and he yelped when the goth licked his nipple. Upon hearing the reaction, Cassie gave him a devilish smirk.

"W-wait—!"

Ignoring the plea, once again pressed his wet mouth around Taylor's areola, but this time instead of just a lick, he sucked in, passing his tongue over the nub repeatedly.

Taylor quickly devolved into a blubbering mess, having to now fully rely on the hands groping and kneading his ass to hold him up. Taylor held on around Cassie's neck, mumbling incoherently into his hair. Cassie adjusted the other boy in his arms before fiddling with something Taylor couldn't see.

When he heard clothes drop to the floor, he figured it was Cassie struggling to get his shorts off. Probably didn't help that he had so much ass.

"You ready for the next part?"

Taylor almost asked what the next part was but caught on when he remembered that this all started because Cassie was horny.

It was a bit of an awkward moment of realization for the pert boy. He'd never gone all the way with Cassie. Macy, sure, the girl had no problem saying what she wanted. He'd sucked both their dicks, and in kind they'd both sucked his too, but Cassie was always the one getting filled by Macy, and Macy was always the one plowing Cassie. Taylor was happy to be beside or underneath the main action. He just let the other two— again, mostly Macy — kiss him senseless and that was normally enough for him. He got blown a lot, and he never even expected to get that far!

But based on the fact that Cassie didn't exactly look as confident as he sounded, he assumed this would be Cassie's first time actually being on top. It'd be a new experience for both of them. There wasn't a girl present this time, even if the girl that was normally around had a bigger dick than either of them. This would just be two men, regardless of the fact that they both looked like girls.

"Y-yeah."

Cassie dropped the pinkette on the edge of the closest bed, which happened to be the goth's, and grabbed the lube. Taylor shimmied out of his tights, now naked as the day he was born.

Cassie approached with the lube but stopped and looked down at his tiny friend, flushing slightly when he looked back up at Taylor's. To this day, even after having his holes rearranged, he was still humiliated by the fact that he had the smallest dick in this strange relationship.

Seeing the shame playing on his face, Taylor let his fingertips lift Cassie's face. Although still shy, he smiled brightly in encouragement. Cassie gulped, still unused to being faced with such unyielding support.

He poured lube out onto his hands before taking a finger and teasing Taylor's asshole. The pinkette shivered, his breath heavy, but he looked into Cassie's eyes expectantly. The goth took that as the green light and slowly entered the other boy.

Taylor yelped and clenched, biting his lip for a moment.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm still not used t-to fingers going in like that... Unless you c-count a kancho..."

Cassie snorted. "No, I don't think that counts."

Taylor smiled awkwardly before taking a deep breath and nodding. "O-okay. I'm good to keep going."

Cassie nodded and kept pushing his finger deeper before he reached the last knuckle. Taylor was red all over and squirming around but the way he was slowly rolling his hips meant he was enjoying himself. Cassie took the hint and started pumping his hand in and out. Taylor moaned and curled in slightly.

"Oooh..." He shivered at the feeling.

Cassie kept this up for some time, occasionally curling his finger or twisting lightly, making sure to keep things slow. He explored every bump and wall inside the pinkette. Taylor seemed to love every moment of it.

"M-more..." Taylor whined, "I w-want the r-real th-thing...'

Cassie gulped and pulled his finger out, both boys' dicks twitching when it made an audible pop. Taylor was tight, and evidently his hole didn't like giving things up.

That made Cassie unbelievably hard.

Taking the lube left on his hands, he slathered his dick with it, making sure he was as hard as he could be. When he looked up, it was to the sight of Taylor sitting upright, hands propped behind him and legs spread wide. His own dick hard and standing upright and pink pubes on full display.

Cassie gulped and approached, lining up his tip with Taylor's boy hole.

"U-uhm," Cassie flushed, "I-I'm not as long as my f-finger... And d-definitely not as big as Macy..."

Taylor just hummed. "I don't care. Whatever you've got is perfect."

Cassie's heart leapt and he blushed, matching Taylor's own red face. Mumbling, he stepped forward and pressed his tip to the hole.

"Mmmmm..." Taylor rolled his hips, pouting at him, "Put it in already!"

Turns out Taylor was a little bit of a brat. That actually managed to make Cassie feel more relaxed. Grabbing Taylor under each knee, he thrusted forward.

He bottomed out basically instantly, but the feeling was amazing, his size be damned. Taylor moaned deeply when he felt Cassie twitch inside him.

"Shit Tay!" Cassie grunted as he reveled in the feeling of his dick being hugged by the other boy's warm walls, "You're way tighter than I thought!"

Taylor's response was to grind harder into him. Cassie groaned and started thrusting.

No wonder Macy loved topping so much. Cassie moaned as he felt his length get squeezed from every angle. His dick was hotter than it had ever felt, he could feel his balls slapping against ass cheeks, and even the wet squish of lube and the plap of his pelvis hitting Taylor's ass and thighs was mesmerizing.

Taylor surprised him when he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his neck. He dragged the goth down and Cassie felt the other boys cock and balls squish against his tummy as he kept thrusting. Taylor took his mouth in another sloppy kiss and this time they wrestled tongues, slurping and sucking as they rutted.

It was intoxicating how tight Taylor was. The pinkette seemed to recognize his plight and gave him a coy smirk that Cassie had never seen on him before.

"Mmf!" Taylor grunted and for a moment Cassie was confused until he felt Taylor's tight little hole somehow get tighter.

"Fuck!" Cassie moaned, bucking his hips more. The tightness would ease up then constrict again at random intervals, driving the goth crazy. He didn't know how Taylor had such good control of his asshole but he was living for it. Little did he know that Taylor had spent years clenching before a wedgie. Or a kancho. Or some other foreign insertion. Point was, he was an expert at tightening.

They spent ten minutes straight connected to each other, mouth to mouth and dick to ass. Cassie felt like he was being sucked in by the other boy and Taylor had wrapped his legs around his waist, assisting in each thrust by pulling him in. Cassie pulled his mouth away from the other boys, the sound of wet sucking as their lips detached filling the room.

"T-Tay," Cassie moaned, "I... I—Fuck, I'm..."

Taylor just gripped harder and pulled Cassie's head down, his lips right beside the goth's ear.

"Good."

And then he stuck his tongue out and plunged it into Cassie's ear.

At first the goth cringed at the feeling, but the wet, sloshing sound that came when Taylor started swirling his tongue around, pumping it in and out, was making his eyes cross for more than a few reasons.

He couldn't hold it in anymore.

"O-oh! FUCK! T-TAYLOR!"

Even as the pleasure Cassie was feeling peaked, Taylor just kept tongue fucking his ear, his own ragged breaths and moans going right to Cassie's brain.

Cassie came hard into Taylor's hole, moaning like a bitch as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

Taylor squealed in his ear at the twitching, throbbing feeling, then gasped and choked on a moan as the feeling of another man's seed flooding his hole drove him over the edge.

Cassie felt the pinkette's dick twitch on his stomach before he felt Taylor blow his load between both of them, coating both femboys smooth, flat tummies in cum.

Cassie caught his breath, wincing as he felt Taylor pull away from his ear, a wet suck resonating and a trail of dripping saliva following suit. The pinkette gave him a peck on the lips before Cassie started pulling out.

"Urgh," Cassie grunted as he had to drag himself out of Taylor's ass, once again making a loud pop as his tip left Taylor's anus. "You really are too tight..."

Taylor just moaned and lay there.

"Sh-shush. We need to clean up now."

/\~\/~/\

Having gotten their carnal desires out of the way, the two femboys got back on track to what they were actually going to do today: watch cheerleader initiates make fools of themselves.

Only when they got to the gym where tryouts were held, there was nobody there.

"Huh?" Taylor checked the time. By all means there should've been people around. "Where is everyone?"

Cassie groaned. "Lame! They must've all pussed out or something."

With nothing to do here the two decided to take a walk around campus. It was a nice enough day and besides, just because the cheerleaders were all gone didn't mean every other club wasn't doing tryouts. They'd see the occasional streaker, someone dressed in the mascot costume doing inane acts of public nuisance, people eating things they definitely shouldn't be eating. The normal kind of stuff you'd see during Trial Season.

Wow, these guys are all batshit insane.

But the population of TUG ignored the wise and handsome narrator and continued finding different ways to make absolute fools of themselves. As expected, Cassie had already had four people proposition him while surrounded by onlookers, three dudes and one girl. He looked at each one with as much disgust as he could muster, turning them down with the most colorful language he could, and in one of the guys cases, a kick to the groin. Taylor scolded the punk for being mean, but secretly found it a little hot that with each rejection, Cassie would send him a little wink.

Eventually the two femboys took to people watching from one of the large windows in the main hall that overlooked the quad. Cassie was having an amazing time. At one point the punk excused himself to 'take a wicked piss' and left Taylor alone.

Taylor, for one, was simply happy that, for the first time in a long, long while, all the humiliation was focused on others instead of himself.

"Hey nerd!"

So much for that... Taylor sighed as a random girl he'd never met before started marching his way. She had blonde hair and a cocky smirk on her face and the way she had her hands out exposed her intentions well. She frankly looked like a stereotypical cheerleader, and if not for the fact that he was now very familiar with the cheer team, he would've immediately assumed her one.

"Assume the position loser! You know the one! I've got a team to make!"

Taylor didn't really know what that meant but sighed and turned around. Hopefully Cassie would be back soon and feel charitable enough to help him out.

The girl snickered at his easy compliance and flung his skirt up. He noted just how different this felt to when Cassie or Macy did it and frowned. The girl just assumed he was anticipating the wedgie and laughed haughtily.

"Goodbye dorky panties, hello spot on the cheer teeeEEEEEEK!"

The wedgie never came. At least, not for Taylor. Confused, he turned around to see the girl from before cringing, knees knocked together as a familiar face pulled her panties up to her neck.

"Stacy?" Taylor asked, confused at the cheerleader's appearance.

Indeed it was. Stacy simply gave him a small smile and a little nod before turning with the unknown girl still in hand, marching off and bouncing her with every step.

Taylor just stood there confused. He fixed his skirt and heard footsteps behind him.

"That was a rad piss dude," Cassie sighed, "I miss anything cool?"

It was interesting that Cassie's voice now brought him a strange, familiar sense of comfort when before it would only bring dread and the impending expectation of a thorough humiliation.

Taylor hummed before shaking his head. "Uh, nothing really, no." After another beat, Taylor tilted his head. "Wait, which bathroom did you use?"

Cassie waved him off. "I'll leave that to your imagination."

Taylor denied the offer. He didn't really know how to explain that he was about to be wedgied by some girl he'd never met, before she herself was wedgied by one of the cheerleaders. He also wasn't sure Cassie would really care that much.

Shrugging, the goth started walking. "Eh, let's see if there's anything more interesting somewhere else then."

And so they left the windowed hall and found themselves in The Village. This was a nickname given to the area of the campus that was composed of different cafes and restaurants, but was also home to the campus store and a few random non-food based establishments, like a bank. Hence the name Village instead of food court.

It was also one of the most commonly populated places on campus and today was no exception. Once again there were plenty of people on trial, getting their faces shoved in food or being forced to go dumpster diving. Cassie once again was having a great time. Taylor couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him though.

At one point there was a trial going on where several initiates were forced to have a rap battle while people threw food at them. Speakers were set up so everyone could hear them fail to rhyme, and people cheered when they realized what was happening. Ignoring the liberal food waste going on, a crowd formed to partake, and in the rush, Cassie and Taylor got separated.

Taylor tried calling out for the goth, but his voice was drowned out over the cheering and speakers.

Then he felt a grip on his tights before he felt a draft as they were pulled to his ankles.

"Eep!" He squealed and bent over to pull them back up but froze when he felt hands curl up on his panties.

A melodic laugh chimed behind him. "Thanks for the ticket in, girly!"

He kicked as he was hoisted up, grabbing his crotch as his underwear squished his jewels down. He looked around and, luckily, nobody was actually paying attention to him right now. Too focused on the other people embarrassing themselves than his own humiliation.

When he heard a click behind him he turned to see his tormentor was a very pretty, mocha skinned girl with a full head of curly, ginger hair. She had his panties still tugged up in one hand and her phone in the other.

"Sorry girl! I'll make it up to ya some other time!" She smiled brightly, letting his waistband snap back to him. He squealed and quickly fixed his clothes but when he looked again the girl was gone.

"—lor!? Get the fuck outta my way dipshit! Taylor!?"

The pinkette turned to see Cassie elbowing his way through the crowd. When people tried to complain he'd turn and give them a titty twister. He tweaked his way through eight people's nipples before he found Taylor and pushed through to him.

"There you are! Got lost in the crowd!" he grabbed Taylor's hand and he blushed at the contact. "Wanna get outta here? It's getting too populated for my taste."

Taylor nodded and let Cassie once again shove his way through people. It was a good thing that Cassie was considered one of the highest in the hierarchy at TUG, it made it easy for him to do whatever he wanted. No wonder he had wanted Macy to stay quiet on his secret. After seeing the way she treated the goth now, Taylor was sure Cassie knew his reputation was only as strong because people thought he was actually a girl.

When they cleared the crowd and got a fair distance away, Cassie sighed. The sound of people faded as they left The Village and Taylor felt like he could breathe again.

"You alright? You look kinda shitty."

Leave it to Cassie to say things in the most transparent way possible. Taylor looked down at himself to see that his tights were slightly skewed and his sweater was riding up. His glasses were even falling a little.

"Yeah I'm okay." Not like he hadn't gotten wedgies before. Cassie practically gave him one every day, even after they all started dating.

Cassie gave him another once over but grunted. "If you say so. Now let's see, where to next..."

Things continued this way for the rest of the week. The two femboys would wake up and Macy would already be out. Cassie would drag Taylor to a different place on campus, and the moment they separated, some new girl would approach and try to do something to him.

Throughout the week there had to have been twelve girls that approached him, with only four of them actually managing to lay a finger on him. There was the first girl, in the crowd, then there was another girl, short and bubbly looking, near the dorms that had caught him after Cassie went to take a nap and pulled his panties over his face. She too had taken a picture before leaving.

Then, just yesterday two girls had gotten him at once, one seeming very straight laced and the other firey and hotheaded, with one grabbing the front of his undies and the other grabbing the back. The squeaky clean wedgie had made his genitals numb and ass burn, and he was blushing when the both of them had also taken pictures.

But that was only four out of twelve girls. The other eight had approached him when he was alone, but oddly enough each of them had been stopped by one of the cheerleaders, who would show up and wedgie the girls instead before carrying them off. What was even stranger was that sometimes the same girls would show up again, only for the same thing to happen. The only girls he'd seen get wedgies before actually giving him a wedgie were the two that had teamed up and given him the squeaky clean.

All this led to today, the last day of Trial Season. Cassie was with Taylor in the quad, laying back on the grass as Taylor graded some of his elementary schoolers assignments. Occasionally he'd lean over and show an answer to a question that he found particularly funny.

"What grade do you even teach?" Cassie asked after seeing one kid's answer to the question 'name a county' and the answer below was 'Dracula'.

Taylor giggled. "I teach third graders three mornings of the week and sixth graders the other two."

Cassie hummed. "And which of those two grades is this genius in?"

Taylor sighed. "Sixth."

Cassie barked a laugh. Figured.

This peaceful atmosphere continued until Cassie got up and stretched.

"I'm fuckin thirsty. Gonna grab a drink. Want anything?"

Taylor asked for an iced coffee and Cassie went on his way. He should've known what was going to happen when the goth left, but somehow he still managed to leave himself alone.

"Hey nerd!"

Taylor looked up from his most recent paper to see the very first girl that had approached him, the stereotypical cheerleader one. She had on a zip up sweater and form fitting leggings.

She was absolutely fuming as she stomped up to him. He tried to back away but since he was already on the ground he didn't make it far. She bent down and grabbed him by the collar.

"I've been through hell trying to get to you all week."

That was an understatement. Taylor had seen this girl more than almost anyone else besides Cassie this week. She'd show up every other hour with the same intent, only to get absolutely trounced by one of the cheerleaders. Last time he saw her, Casey and Kasey had hung her from a tree.

"Um, I'm s-sorry, I'm not sure I know y-you though..."

That only seemed to piss her off more.

"I'm Chelsea Dubois, and I'm going to be the next captain of the cheer team!"

Taylor highly doubted that. Macy was still a junior and the team had flourished under her leadership. Not to mention that since Macy doubled as the team's coach, she was basically irreplaceable.

"All I have to do is tear those dorky, girly undies off your perky ass, and my reputation is all but made!"

He was still lost, but he didn't really need the full context to understand that she really wanted to give him a wedgie.

She leaned down, grabbing the front of his waistband from under his skirt. He gulped. Frontals were one of his least favorite, and with the way she was grinning sadistically, he knew this would be a bad one.

He braced himself for lift off but before she could pull there was a shout.

"HEY BITCH!"

She let out a frustrated scream, letting go of his waistband and stomping. "What the fuck now!?"

She turned, ready to force whoever was interrupting her to join the pink haired dweeb in his panty pulling torture. She opened her mouth to spit insults at them before she realized who it was.

"Oh fuck..."

Cassie stormed up to her, gripping an energy drink in one hand and a bottled iced coffee in the other. By the way the can crunched and the bottle flexed, he wasn't exactly happy to see the girl.

Despite Chelsea standing about four inches taller than the goth, she still seemed smaller in comparison.

"C-Cassie Harthwright?" Chelsea stammered. "Wh-what are you—"

Cassie grabbed the girl by her collar and dragged her down to eye level.

"And what exactly the fuck were you about to do?"

She laughed nervously and waved her hands around.

"I-I just have to wedgie this nerd and be on my way! Then I'll be out of your hair!"

Now Chelsea thought that would be fine. After all, Cassie Harthwright was known for being a bully and watching others be bullied. Hell, Chelsea knew that she was especially fond of picking on the very same femboy behind her.

So imagine her surprise when the goth girl (to her knowledge) spun her around and hauled her panties up her ass harder than any of the cheerleaders had all week.

"OHMYGOD!" She gasped, trying and failing to get away. "LET GO LET GO LET GO! THIS HURTS SO MUCH!"

Cassie did not let go, and instead took his already opened energy drink and dumped it down her panties, then he uncapped the coffee and poured that in too. It soaked the underwear and her tight leggings and she cringed at the cold and sticky feeling.

"EwwwwWWWAAAAH! STOP PULLING!"

Cassie continued his assault on her panties, absolutely destroying them. By the time he was done, the once normal sized cheekies were instead reduced to a long trail of shredded fabric, clearly never to be worn again.

He quite literally kicked her ass and she tumbled to the ground before pulling herself up on shaky legs and running away. She screamed back.

"THE TEAM IS SO NOT WORTH THIS!"

Neither boy had any idea what that meant but Cassie huffed and turned back to Taylor.

"You alright, Tay?"

His heart thumped at the nickname, still not used to those rare tender moments from the goth. He adjusted himself and made sure his skirt was down before standing.

"Yeah. Thanks to you," he blushed. Cassie reddened too, but smiled proudly.

"You're my nerd! Only I get to push you around!"

Taylor rolled his eyes and, with a catty smirk, gave Cassie's unexpecting ass a quick slap, making the goth yelp and jump, grabbing the cheek that had been hit.

"And what about Macy?"

Cassie laughed nervously. "That uh, th-that stays between us, okay? ... Please?"

Taylor giggled and nodded, making Cassie sigh in relief. Who'd have thought Taylor could be so mean when he wanted to be. Cassie smirked and grabbed the pinkette by the waist, his hands snaking under his skirt slowly.

"Don't think a little confidence means you get to say whatever you want, dork!"

Grabbing the sides of his panties, Cassie hiked the underwear up from Taylor's sides. Taylor squealed and squirmed, but Cassie didn't let go.

"You gonna keep being a brat?"

Taylor, despite the pain, discomfort, and embarrassment, was laughing with a blush. "N-not unless y-you stop being one too!"

Cassie snorted and pulled him in closer by his panties. Licking his lips, Cassie claimed Taylor's lips in a kiss. Despite the wedgie, all seemed well.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Then Cassie felt something hit the back of his head and everything went black.

/\~\/~/\

Vision slowly came back to Cassie and he had to blink the spots out of his eyes. His head hurt and he could feel a bump forming at the back where he'd been hit.

"Ugh, what the fuck, dude...?"

He blinked, not really knowing what happened. Then he remembered that he wasn't alone when he went down.

"T-Tay!?"

"Shut it you!"

He felt a sharp sting across his cheek and realized he'd been slapped. When he looked up, it was a terrifying sight.

The whole cheerleading team stood above him, and he realized he'd been taken to the gym where they practiced. He was currently tied up in... Was this a jump rope?

"I can't believe you'd take advantage of sweet little Taylor like that!" One girl got right up in his face.

Another sneered. "Oh just wait until Macy gets here! She's gonna destroy your ass!"

If only they knew, right guys?

"She never liked you much, and after this, I don't like you either!" A shorter cheerleader pouted at him like he was scum.

"What the fuck are you all talking about?" He groaned.

"Girl, I wouldn't push it," a new girl said. She wasn't wearing a uniform like the other girls. She had darker skin and ginger hair. "They are livid with your ass right now."

He didn't know why. He didn't give a fuck about the cheerleaders! Hell, he was banging their leader! Well, he was getting banged by their leader, but the point still remained.

The doors were pushed in and they all looked over. The girls all clamored to the newcomer.

"Macy!"

"You'll never believe this!"

"This chick was trying to steal your man!"

Huh?

"Huh?" Cassie blinked.

"Huh?" Macy looked incredibly confused. She looked to where they pointed to see Cassie tied up in jump ropes. "Cass?"

"Macy? What the fuck do you teach these girls, dude?" He groaned. Seriously, who had laid the smackdown on him earlier?

Behind Macy, Taylor quickly ran in behind her.

"Taylor!" The girls all cried, rushing to crowd him. "Don't worry! We got the bad girl! We'll keep you safe!"

Macy just stared between her team and Cassie, who in turn looked so lost that Macy knew with all her heart and soul that he had no idea what was happening.

Taylor for his part looked overwhelmed with all the girls around him. Not to mention...

"Aren't... You four the girls who were following me all week?"

The four girls not in uniform all waved happily. The bubbly one giggled.

"No hard feelings, 'kay? We were just doing what we were told!"

Enough was enough. Cassie practically roared from where he was tied up.

"CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"

The girls all looked ready to jump him but Taylor cleared his throat.

"Uh, girls? I think there may have been a misunderstanding..."

Macy laughed awkwardly. "Heh, uh, yeah..."

Queue a long-winded explanation from Taylor and Macy that Cassie was not, in fact, trying to force Taylor to kiss him nor was he trying to steal Macy's boy. They made sure to keep Cassie's gender a secret, but it also meant they had to make some things up along the way.

By the end, Cassie was standing up, supported by Taylor as he shook any remaining dizziness away. The girls all looked incredibly guilty.

"Oh my God," Tracy bowed her head, "I am so sorry for hitting you like that!"

Cassie grunted. "So that was you then?" She nodded with a wince. He growled. "First of all, you're a bitch for that. Second of all..." He coughed and flushed, looking away. "... Nice fuckin hit dude."

The girls didn't really know how to react, but they also all could firmly say they'd never seen Cassie blush before. They all found it strangely adorable, but they could tell it was probably in bad taste to call him adorable right now.

Macy then turned to her two boyfriends— or boyfriend and girlfriend as far as the team knew.

"I also owe you a little apology Tay-tay," she said. He tilted his head at her.

"Why?"

She looked away. "Well, we kind of took your advice for making the trial. Instead of making the girls go do something crazy, we had a challenge for them instead."

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "And that was what exactly?"

Macy laughed but it trailed off.

"Well... We said that they had to give you a wedgie and show us proof by the end of the week, but the whole time we'd be floating around you and if we caught them, they got wedgies instead!"

Taylor blinked and turned to the four girls who had done exactly that all week. "So you girls are on the team now?"

They all looked at Macy. She cleared her throat.

"Uh, there is... One last test, technically."

Queue one more awkward explanation that Macy had a massive schlong— mostly because it'd be awkward to explain it in the changing room after her dick was already out— and the girls had all agreed to the terms of the cheer team. They were all pretty accepting.

Truly the cheer squad at TUG was a loving bunch... Well, mostly. Ignore the whole bullying thing and knocking people out, and they were sweet as could be!

Macy cleared her throat and assumed a serious, noble face. The rest of the team did the same and fell into position behind her. She addressed the four new members.

"Well then ladies, we now induct you to the team. As is the TUG Squad tradition, please offer up your name and be prepared to receive a team nickname in the coming month."

The girls all gave their names, and to nobody on the cheer team's surprise, they were as follows.

Acey, Dacey, Lacey, and Jacklyn. But, by some twisted turn of fate, Jacklyn went by her initials, JC. Which meant that, once again, their names all rhymed.

Cassie stared at them all. "What the fuck is up with that?"

They all shrugged. "Technically, Bracey is actually Brianna, but we get what you're saying."

"You know technically," Tracy tapped her chin, "Cassie passed the test too. We have proof that she wedgied Taylor, we know she's physically fit enough— I've seen how well she fucks shit up— and she already knows about Macy."

They all murmured and looked at the goth, who froze. He shook his head and put his hands in front of himself defensively.

"Oh no!" He denied. "I don't do colors! Or uniforms! And I can't do high kicks!"

Macy hummed, genuinely considering the idea. "We've been thinking about making the uniforms black and white..."

Stacy nodded. "Yeah. Plus you could always take up a stretching routine to up your flexibility."

Cassie paled. "Hell no!"

He sprinted from the gym, but not before calling back:

"IF YOU TWO BRING THIS BACK TO THE DORM I'M NEVER TALKING TO EITHER OF YOU AGAIN!"

They all laughed at the retreating goth. Taylor looked at Macy, questioning. "Were you serious?"

Macy shook her head. "Nah, I was messing with hi—her." She corrected quickly. "Besides, we wouldn't just change colors like that!"

And so, Trial Season came to an end, the cheer team gained four new members and learned of the third member of Macy's relationship in the process. There was only one thing left to do.

"So Tay-tay, how about I make it up to you for using you for our trial back at the dorm?"

Taylor hummed in confusion. "Wh-what?"

She leaned in and whispered something. When he flushed brightly, the rest of the girls hooted and hollered, making him turn and run from the gym too. Macy laughed alongside her girls, but while they thought she was just teasing, she had a glint in her eyes.

That night, Taylor got to sleep in a face full of boobs after getting his hole rearranged, and she's never seen him so at peace.

Chapter 5: Attack of the Han Sisters! Part 1Summary:

One long weekend Taylor's sisters decide to visit their darling brother while he's at school. Macy and Cassie are curious to know why the pinkette seems so reticent to mention anything about them, however they soon see firsthand why he never mentioned them before.

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It was the start of a long weekend and our degenerate throuple were in their room, one resident moving around far too much for the other two's liking.

Macy watched as Taylor once again checked his appearance in the mirror. This marked the fourth time he'd done so now and to be honest, it was starting to make her anxious. Evidently Cassie felt the same, his eyebrow twitching a little harder each time. Taylor finished checking over himself, went to his beanbag, sat down for all of two minutes before he started fidgeting, then stood up and walked back to the mirror for the fifth time this morning.

Cassie had enough.

"What the fuck are you doing man!? You're making me antsy over here!"

Taylor jumped and spun around. "O-oh! Sorry! I'm just making sure I look okay!"

Cassie rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he slouched on his bed. "No duh. I wanna know why."

Macy nodded. "Yeah Tay-tay! You're never this worried about how you look! What's going on?"

Taylor sighed. "My family is coming to visit me."

Cassie didn't look impressed. "And?"

Macy threw a pillow at him, the force of which took him clear off his bed and onto the floor. She huffed and turned a much warmer eye on Taylor.

"Do you really think your family will care how you look?"

Taylor shivered. "They will. Trust me."

Well that wasn't ominous at all. Cassie groaned blearily as he rose from the other side of his bed. A hand to his head, the other clutching the sheets, he said something else on his mind.

"Who cares what your parents think?"

Taylor shook his head. "It's not my parents. It's my sisters."

Cassie shrugged. "Same thing either way. Who cares what your sisters think?"

Taylor grumbled. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have to grow up with them."

Macy turned over onto her back, hanging halfway off her bed as she stared at the pinkette. "I'm sure your sisters will just be happy to see you! I wish I had sisters!" Macy gasped in delight. "Maybe your sisters and I will get along!"

Taylor paled. "No! You guys can't meet them!"

Cassie looked at him like he was stupid. Macy looked a little hurt. That had been an awfully fast and fearful response. Now she was worried there was more going on.

"Tay-tay," she turned back around, looking him in the eyes, "Why don't you want us to meet your sisters?"

Taylor held himself, unable to meet either of their eyes. "They're, um, a little intense. And they don't really... Like people?"

"Eh?" Cassie grunted. "Are you telling me you're the nice one? I figured that'd run in your family or something."

Taylor shook his head quickly. "No! They're all super mean! When they texted me they were coming to visit I nearly fainted!"

Macy was perturbed. This didn't sound like a healthy response to your own family.

"So they're bullies. Not like you don't have any experience on that front," Cassie pointed out. "What's two more?"

"Five."

They both blinked. Cassie raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I have five sisters."

Cassie leaned back like he'd been slapped. Macy stumbled and fell off the bed. Despite hitting the ground, Macy was the first to respond.

"What!?" She rolled over and got to her feet, rushing over to the femboy. "Five sisters!? How does that even... Where do you fall in the order?"

He sighed. "I'm one of the middle children. I'm the fourth born. Three older, two younger."

Cassie ran a hand through his hair, his eyes wide.

"Dude that's just... That ain't right."

"Tell me about it. I was the test dummy of the family. Any bully tactic you can think of, they've already done it."

Now Cassie looked offended. "What about that time I managed to tie your underwear to your hair?"

"Probably happened about a hundred times."

Macy leaned in. "What about when the cheer team managed to dump six milkshakes down your panties before any leaked out?"

"There was one time they managed to fit an entire serving bowl of potato salad in at a family function once."

Cassie had his fists clenched. "What about when I managed to get your ass stuck in the toilet after a swirly!?"

"That was one of their favorites. They called it the Slam Dunk Special."

Macy and Cassie looked at one another. They turned back to the pinkette.

"Dude," Macy winced, "That sounds awful."

Taylor slumped. "It is. Which is why I don't want you guys meeting them! You guys don't need them harassing you just for knowing me!"

Cassie barked a laugh. "Us? You think anyone is scaring me?"

Macy quickly feigned a punch and Cassie yelped and flinched. She laughed and leaned over, punching him twice. "Two for flinching! But Assie is right! Other than each other, it's not like anyone has ever touched us before!"

Taylor shook his head rapidly. "It doesn't matter! I don't wanna take the chance! Promise you won't come with me?"

Macy harrumphed and looked down at him. He was being awfully obstinate about this. Cassie had clearly stopped caring some time ago, but Macy wasn't ready to drop this! She was determined to meet his family! They would love her! She'd make sure of it!

For now though, it was obvious Taylor wasn't budging on this. Macy gave him a hug and a big kiss on his jawbone before she seated herself back on her bed and sighed.

"Okay Tay-tay, if that's what you want. I promise."

Taylor sagged in relief. "Thank you. Now I gotta go! Whenever I'm late to something, they take the extra time to plant surprises for me and the last surprise they came up with had me scared of stop signs for a week!"

Taylor ran to both of them, pecking them on the cheeks and running out the door. Macy waited a minute to make sure Taylor wouldn't come back in. When she was sure he wouldn't, she stood and started getting dressed.

"Really?"

Macy blew a raspberry at the punk. "Oh hush, Cass. I'm making myself look perfect and then leaving! Like you can judge me for breaking promises!"

Cassie pointed at her. "Hey, I might be a huge dick but I don't go back on my word. I just lie, if that's the case."

She crossed her arms and puffed a lip at him. "So you're not even a little curious? You don't wanna see these sisters at all?"

Cassie snorted. "I didn't say that. I'm totally gonna crash their reunion."

She threw her hands up. "So what's the difference!?"

He jutted his chin out at her. "I never said I wouldn't. You did."

She stopped putting her skirt on and walked over to Cassie. The goth gulped when her thick slab of meat landed right on his face, hot and throbbing.

"I changed my mind." She gripped his hair and dragged his face across her shaft until his lips were kissing her tip. "There's something else we need to do before I get ready."

/\~\/~/\

Cassie rubbed his ass as he trudged behind Macy, who was practically skipping as they left the dorms. Glowing, even, some would say.

"Did you have to go in dry!? That shit hurts!"

Macy gave him a swat on the ass, making him hiss and dance away from her. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You seem to keep forgetting your manners around me. I'm just reminding you, is all."

Cassie growled. "Whatever. Do you even know where Taylor's going?"

Macy halted in her tracks. She chuckled awkwardly and pressed her fingers together. He slapped a hand to his face.

"You're so fucking stupid oh my God."

Macy slugged him in the arm and to her surprise he punched her back. She yelped and held her bicep. She kept forgetting how strong he actually was!

"Ow! You can't hit a girl!"

"You hit me first! And in public, we're both girls, so it's free game!"

She didn't feel like arguing further with him. Instead she held her chin up and hummed as they continued walking through campus.

"Let's see. They could be downtown..."

Cassie shook his head. "We'd be looking all day."

She nodded. "You're right. Maybe they went to one of those cafes that Taylor's always talking about?"

Cassie chewed on his lip. "Maybe. But it doesn't exactly sound like they'd care to do something that he'd wanna do. They sounded like the selfish type."

Macy groaned. "Damnit you're right again! But it's not like they'd just come directly to campus!"

Cassie grabbed her arm and she stumbled to a stop. She looked back to see that he was pointing.

"There he is."

She looked over. It was definitely Taylor, at least. "Are we sure that's them?"

Cassie sent her an unimpressed look. "You mean the group of girls with identically pink hair?"

They did indeed all have pink hair. Well, one had purple hair, but she probably dyed it. Macy sucked her teeth.

"Okay, fine, you're right a third time. What, you want a prize?"

Cassie smirked.

A moment later they walked over, Macy down two dollars and Cassie holding a cookie and an energy drink.

"You're a child."

"I'm the youngest in our relationship, I'm allowed to be."

"You're twenty! Not eight!"

Cassie snorted. "And yet I still got a cookie out of it."

Macy flipped him off. He was lucky he'd grown on her. She'd have his ass hanging from the flagpole otherwise.

"So what's the plan?" Cassie asked through a mouthful of cookie.

"Uh, walk up and introduce myself?"

Cassie shook his head. "And what? Let Tay know you immediately went back on your promise?"

Macy stomped. "What's your plan then, genius?"

/\~\/~/\

Taylor wished he'd stayed in his room.

"So little sis," his oldest sister, Avril, gave him a noogie, messing up his hair after he'd made sure it'd look nice for them. "You still haven't told us why you were late!"

He was actually on time, but his family was one of those 'on time is actually five minutes early' families, so it hadn't mattered to them. Avril especially was incredibly anal about punctuality.

"I bet he was getting out of a locker!" His second oldest sister, Brittany, laughed. "That's fine though! We were almost late ourselves! Christy started arguing with a trash can!"

The third oldest Han sister, Christina, huffed and pointed, her eyes glazed and pink. "First off, that's so not true, dude! And second, that trash can was totally rude!"

Of course her words bore no real weight considering she wasn't even facing the right direction when she said it. Brittany sighed, shook her head, and slowly turned Christina to face them. She blinked.

"Whoa. When did everyone get here?"

"Ignore her," the second youngest of the family, Gwen, rolled her eyes. "She's high. As always."

"But we're getting off topic!" His youngest sister, Kelly, proclaimed. She stomped up to him and jammed a finger into his chest. "What took you so long, brother!?"

The Han sisters were truly a sight to behold for those who had never met them. Many confused them for some kind of interactive promotion of some kind, though it ranged from movies, to beauty products, to help hotlines for the insane.

Avril, the oldest at the age of thirty three and the tallest, standing at five foot ten, was what most people nowadays referred to as a MILF. Being that she was the only one of them to have a kid, that was true in many senses. What she lacked in relative brain power she made up for in an uncanny ability to get people to give her whatever she wanted. Said ability was called 'being hot'. And with wide hips, a plump ass, and full breasts all befitting of a mother, she had that ability in spades.

Luscious, full pink hair fell down to her perfect ass which was covered in a pair of mom jeans, mesh at the knees and with cherry prints on the back pockets. She wore a red headband and a lavender pullover that hung below her shoulders, held up by her bust alone.

Brittany, the second born at twenty eight and half of the twins, was the athlete of the family. At around five foot eight, she and her twin sister were still taller than the other siblings by a considerable amount. She kept her own pink hair short, only just passing her ears at its longest. She lacked any real chest but more than made up for it with a round, powerful butt that she worked to make as perfect as possible.

She wore a black halter top under a sheer yellow sport jacket, her midsection on display for the world to see the work she did. A pair of jean shorts with black leggings underneath showcased her sculpted rear and toned legs.

Christina was the other twin, born exactly four minutes and twenty seconds apart. This was a sign of things to be, since there was rarely a moment where Christina wasn't so high she could legally be considered a respiratory hazard. Her hair was the longest, falling to her feet like a waterfall.

She wore a pair of red framed half glasses, a knit, green open sweater hung loosely off her arms, a white sundress underneath. A flower crown rested on her head, made up of small red flowers that nobody could identify nor prove were real or not.

Gwen was the second youngest sister. Twenty one and five feet flat, she was the closest to Taylor in terms of not bullying him every chance she got. In an effort to distinguish herself from the rest of her family, she'd gotten her hair dyed purple, the undercut still showing her pink locks.

She wore a black sports bra on full display, her seafoam green shirt open in the front brazenly. She wore black ripped jeans and a mask with fang decals over her mouth, covering the piercing she'd gotten in her lip. Along her left hip and wrist was a winding tattoo of purple thorn vines.

And then there was Kelly, the youngest sister at eighteen and standing at only four foot nine if she stretched right. Her hair was tied into twin bun ponytails that coiled to her knees. Atop her head was a poofy, pastel yellow bow with a heart in the center.

On her face were circular glasses matching her bow in color. She wore an oversized baby blue sweater that went down to her thighs and covered her hands. Under her sweater was a yellow halter top with a heart keyhole, and a green, pleated skirt with a chain on the hip. She wore pink leg warmers over her knee high socks, which also had hearts cut into them.

Altogether, the Han siblings were a colorful bunch. Literally. The amount of pink on their persons combined was like watching the flamingo exhibit at a zoo.

Taylor looked around as he searched for an answer that wouldn't make things worse. He swallowed and smiled awkwardly.

"Uh, I woke up late?"

Gwen scoffed. "You? You wake up earlier than the sun, dude. Quit lying."

"I mean I... Lost track of time in the shower!"

Avril tapped her chin. "Hmmm. Nah, that's a lie too. You shower at night."

He cursed that his sisters actually knew him. He was already a bad liar!

"You're a bad liar, little sis!" Brittany confirmed as she grabbed him out of Avril's headlock only to put him in a new one. Unfortunately for him, Brittany was stronger than Avril, and he gasped as he felt her squeeze him. As it was, he was standing bent over awkwardly, grasping at Brittany's arm in an attempt to escape. Not that it ever worked.

Kelly put her hands on her hips and bent down to meet his eyes. As the shortest sibling in the family she reveled in moments where she got to look down on others.

"You better tell the truth Taylay! Otherwise things are gonna get pretty tight for you!"

He didn't need to ask what she meant. It was always the same song and dance with his sisters. Cooperation would at least save his butt for a little bit. He sighed and hung his arms in defeat.

"I got caught up talking with... Someone."

Avril cocked her hip. "Someone? That's all you're going to give us?"

He flushed a little, trying desperately to keep his blush down. "I was talking to some friends."

Christina snorted, somehow having managed to fall onto a nearby bench and sit in it upside down, uncaring that she could flash anyone who walked by.

"But you don't have friends silly!"

Ouch. Was that really how low his sister's thought of him? No friends at all?

"Hmm..." Christina fell off the bench and crawled over to him, pulling one of his twintails down and inspecting it closely, her eyes narrowed intensely.

"What is it girl?" Brittany asked like one would a dog. "You smell something?"

Christina shrugged and held the hair to her nose, sniffing it. Her eyes widened and she sniffed it again before recoiling.

"Girl!"

Kelly smacked her forehead. "No Christy! We've been over this! That's just how he looks!"

Christina shook her head rapidly, her hair flying everywhere and smacking all of them. They all took a slight step away.

"No! Girl on him! He was with a girl!"

Avril knocked Christina on the head. "You realize he's gotten bullied by girls for the last twenty six years, right? That doesn't mean anything!"

The stoner of the family huffed. "No! I know it! I can see it in the smoke! Watch!"

Christina proceeded to pull out a pre roll and light it before taking one drag and smoking the entire thing. It would've been impressive if it weren't the thousandth time she'd done it. By now it was just disappointing.

She breathed out a massive cloud of smoke and shoved her face through it.

"There it is! She's blonde! And tall! And hot! And... Wait, is that a guy? I swore it was a girl..."

Gwen pulled Taylor free from Brittany and shoved him to sit down on the same bench Christina had slunk off of. The five girls were now all surrounding him, leering down.

"Can't say I'm surprised you're still getting picked on," Gwen checked her nails as she spoke. "But seriously? Can't even stand up to a chick?"

Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you technically a chick?"

Gwen flicked his nose. "I'm your sister, that's different. You're obligated to let me fuck with you."

He didn't think that was true but wasn't in the place to say otherwise at the moment. Avril held his chin and turned his head left and right. Her eyes, identical to his, scanned his face.

"Hold on a second..." She held his chin up and turned his head. Gasping, she pointed to a spot on his jaw. "No way! Look!"

He didn't know what they were looking at, their eyes wide and staring deeply at something he couldn't see. Then he remembered something important.

Macy had kissed him earlier and he never wiped off her lipstick.

Damn! He had always known her perfect makeup job would get him in trouble one day!

"Whoa whoa whoa," Gwen sat on his right and leaned in. "Tayday, did you get a girlfriend!?"

Kelly flew into his other side and stared up at him with big, watery eyes. "There's no way! You're supposed to be pure!"

He didn't know how to feel about that.

"Yeah!" Brittany agreed, shoving finger in his face. "And we all totally thought you were gay!"

He didn't know how to feel about that either.

"Hold on, it could be anything!" Christina cut in. They all stared at her in confusion.

"Uh, Christy?" Taylor murmured. "Weren't you just implying that—"

Christina shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Hush! You can't all start talking at once!"

Gwen slowly pushed Christina's hand away and scooted herself and Taylor further down the bench.

"Anyway..." Gwen started back up. "What girl did you manage to convince to date you?"

Taylor stuck out his lip. "Hey! Why would I have to convince anyone? What if they just wanted to date me on their own!"

The silence was crushing. The following laughter from his sisters made him shrink in on himself. Avril wiped a tear from her eye and poked his cheek.

"Oh man, one way or another you're always entertaining, little sis! You're not exactly what most people are looking for!"

Of course. One of the core traits of his sisters that he absolutely couldn't stand. Even the bullying was at least something he could just avoid if the girls weren't in the mood but this? This was always surrounding them.

"They want a real girl for one. And for two," Avril struck a pose, "they want a fine trophy girl like myself!"

Brittany scoffed. "As if! I'm what the people want! I can crush two watermelons with my thighs at the same time!"

Christina held her hand up in a silencing motion, all of her hair flipped over her head to cover her face. "But are either of you vegetarian? One with nature itself? I think not! I'm, like, totally the most righteous there is!"

Gwen barked a laugh. "Yeah, sure. Not like you all look nearly the same. At least one of us looks like they didn't just walk out of the cloning facility!"

Kelly snickered behind one of her large sleeves. "Says the girl who covers her face with a mask! Besides, all of you are old and crusty! Are we all forgetting which of us has over a million followers on every social media account they have!?"

"Th-that's just because you look like a kid and the internet is full of sickos!" Avril hissed. "I bet I could get triple the amount of people to fall over for me just by showing my collarbone!"

"Your collar?" Gwen laughed. "What are you, sixty? Gonna show the world some ankle next, old lady?"

The girls continued to shout at one another while Taylor sat in silence. He sighed and pulled his knees up, propping his arms over them and resting his head. This happened multiple times a day, every day, since they were all kids.

His sisters were all the most vain people he'd ever met. They put Cassie to shame. By comparison, the goth was almost modest.

By the time they'd all started getting physical and pulling each other's hair, kicking, biting, and spitting more intense insults, Taylor had started to doze off. That is, until.

"Oh my God!" A very obviously fake surprised voice called out, freezing all of the girls. "Taylor? Is this where you went?"

Taylor paled and flew out of his huddled position, whipping his head to where the voice had come from. He hoped desperately that he was imaging it, and that it wasn't actually—

"It is you! Man, how crazy is it that we just so happen to find you here!"

He sighed into his hands as his sisters all scrutinized the person walking his way. He couldn't believe Macy would come looking for him.

"Dude, chill! You're overselling it way too hard!"

People. The people walking his way. Cassie was currently ribbing Macy for her increitloor performance. Not that it mattered. It was so obvious that they'd been looking for him in the first place.

"Uhhh..." His sisters seemed at a loss as the two finally made it to them. Macy shoved Gwen away from his side and Cassie did the same to Kelly as both took up position on either of his arms.

"Tay-tay!" Macy cooed, kissing his cheek.

"Wild bumping into you here, babe." Cassie sniffed as he leaned into the other boy.

"Tay-tay?" Brittany asked dumbly.

"Babe?" Avril mimicked.

Macy blinked as if finally realizing there were other people present.

"Oh my gosh! You guys must be Tay-tay's sisters!" Macy leaned forward as her eyes sparkled. "It's nice to meet you!"

Gwen glared, looking Macy up and down with blazing eyes. "And you are...?"

Kelly did the same to Cassie. "The both of you, she means."

Macy hugged Taylor tight. He was too shocked to even blush.

"Oh! Taylor didn't tell you? How mean!" She tapped him lightly on the head with a fist. "We're his girlfriends!"

Avril stared, her mouth hanging wide open without shame. "Girl... Friends?"

Gwen nearly choked. "As in multiple?"

Cassie rolled his eyes. "Uh, duh? That's what she said, isn't it?"

His sisters looked like they'd short-circuited. They just continued to stare with wide eyes and hanging jaws. Christina was the only exception, nodding safely.

"See? I told you! Well, I told you about the blonde one, I didn't think I smelled another girl..."

Cassie blinked. "... Smelled?"

Taylor growled, an unfamiliar noise to come from the femboy, for everyone present. "Don't. Ask."

Avril nearly fell over. Did her girly little brother, the same little brother who at some point had, at one point, been each of their personal testing dolls for whatever fixations they got growing up just... Growl?

Kelly looked like she was going to cry. "What have these filthy skanks done to you big brother!?"

Macy looked over at her in shock. "Hey! A girl your age shouldn't be saying things like that! What would your parents think?"

"I'm eighteen, not ten you stupid bag of tits!"

Cassie grinned widely. "Oh I like this one already, she's funny."

Kelly screamed and leapt off the bench, hiding behind Avril. Cassie shrugged. He said he thought she was funny, not that he planned on kidnapping her.

"And who are the... two... girls our brother is dating?"

Macy huffed one last glare at Kelly before brightening and perking up. She tilted her head cutely. "I'm Macy-Lyn! Cheer captain here at TUG!"

Avril shook. "You're... You're the cheer captain...?"

Macy nodded. "Yup! And..." She squinted as she looked at Avril. She rubbed her chin. "You look crazy familiar. I swear it's like I've seen your face before... And not just 'cause you and Tay-tay look so similar, I mean!"

Avril was still in shock as she stared at the taller, fuller figured, shinier haired, younger Macy.

"I was the cheer captain here at TUG when I went..."

Years ago, went unsaid so as not to wound her already incredibly wounded ego.

Macy gasped and stood, her hands together in little excited fists in front of her as she got right in Avril's face.

"Wait wait wait! You're Zero-G Avi!? They still have your picture up in the gymnasium hallway!"

Avril didn't like that Macy said that like that picture was taken over ten years ago when it was actually taken... ten years ago...

Oh God, was she actually getting old!?

"You're the captain that had the highest record for both air time during a set and how long they managed to hang a nerd by their underwear with no external help! Eleven hours and twenty four minutes! They say the girl couldn't walk right afterwards!"

Avril at least managed to preen a little under the addressing of her achievements. It managed to revive her mood slightly.

"Yes well, I am the oldest out of this bunch," she punctuated this by lifting Kelly out from behind her by the youngest sister's panties, a pair of pink and blue striped cheekies with a yellow frill and bow on the front. Kelly squeaked as she was hoisted up easily, holding her sweater down to keep anyone from seeing the front.

"A-Avyyyyy!" Kelly kicked in the air futilely. "OUCH! Stop it! You're making me look like a loser in front of the losers!"

Cassie raised a hand up lazily. "I already thought you guys were all losers so it's chill."

Christina nodded. "Radical."

Brittany smacked her twin upside the head. "Not radical you idiot! She just said we're losers! And where do you get off you punk bitch? What's your danger versus Little Miss Cheer Captain over there?"

Cassie regarded the sporty girl with a sour look but inevitably leaned back and shrugged.

"Well one time I hurled a campus trash can at a girl because she was talking too loud."

They all stared at the goth and Brittany pointed to a nearby trash can which was notably made of heavy duty metal and had a cement lid. This one was on its side and had been for a while, seeing as there were weeds growing on it.

"... You mean like one of those?"

Cassie looked over before he perked up. "Hey that's the one! I was up there when I did it!"

He pointed up a nearby set of stairs where there was indeed a small cement block that would have once held a trash can. They looked back slowly and Brittany crossed her arms.

"Damn, that's kinda wild. What happened to the girl?"

Cassie snorted. "She got knocked the fuck out and pissed herself. I didn't aim for anything vital though, so she could still walk afterwards... I think? I never actually checked."

Taylor leaned over. "She's fine but she has a stutter now."

Cassie snapped his fingers. "That was it! She doesn't talk as loud anymore, either! Something about getting bullied for having a stutter..."

Taylor once again leaned in. "You were the one bullying her. You said she sounded stupid and then made fun of her for peeing herself after you threw a trash can at her head."

Cassie waved his hand in a circle. "Pedantics."

Taylor rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I think you mean 'semantics'."

Cassie slugged him in the arm and Taylor yelped. "Quit being a nerd and just be happy I never did any of that stuff to you!"

"Literally two days ago you woke me up by shoving an ice pop in my butt!"

"Okay for your information I only suggested the idea. Macy is the one who shoved it in your ass."

Macy laughed. "It was so cute! You were still sulking about it at practice!"

Avril shook her head. There was too much going on right now. Gwen was the one who was able to cut in and actually say something.

"Wait, what do you mean at practice? Did Teetay join the cheer squad!?"

All his sisters immediately looked at him like he was a stranger. Macy laughed and wagged her finger.

"Nope! Tay-tay just comes with me to practice! He's the team's good luck charm!"

Gwen held her temple, her eyes wide and shaking. "Teetay hangs out with cheerleaders now?"

Kelly, who had escaped from Avril's clutches and was now hiding behind Gwen instead, held up a finger.

"Technically Taylor was always hanging out with cheerleaders in highschool! Remember when we had to get him down from the football post?"

Avril nodded. "And the basketball hoop."

Gwen sighed. "And the fence near the baseball diamond."

Brittany ticked off another finger. "And the diving board!"

"Okay!" Taylor stood quickly, face blazing red. "Well it's been great catching up, family, but—"

"Nuh uh!" Kelly leapt at Taylor, forcing him to catch her as she hung off his front like a sloth. He stumbled as he just barely managed to keep her up. "We just got here! I wanna spend time with my big brother!"

Brittany clapped him on the shoulder, nearly sending him to the ground. "Yeah! We barely see you anymore! You don't even call!"

Taylor rolled his eyes and muttered. "You don't say..."

He yelped when Gwen tugged at his earlobe lightly.

"We do say, ya big nerd."

Avril nodded. "Besides, we haven't even gotten to any of our family traditions yet! And now we gotta make sure your girlfriends know what that entails!"

Taylor just glared flatly. "You mean none of you have gotten a chance to harass and bully me yet."

The eldest sister pouted like a much younger girl would. "Kelly is right. What have these girls done to you?"

Christina pointed at him. "So we're not going anywhere!"

She was pointing at a flower bed. Brittany groaned and pulled her hair, making her look in the right direction. Christina rubbed at her scalp with a wince.

Taylor almost cursed. "Do we really have to do this? Can't we just get lunch and talk like normal siblings would?"

His answer came in the form of Kelly, who was still hanging on him, pulling her arms away momentarily before reaching lower and behind him, under his sweater and into the waist of his skirt. He didn't even get a chance to stop her as she gripped his frilly pink brief panties and hauled them up, trapping him in a hug wedgie.

"No! Now onwards. Brother! Hi ho!"

She jerked his panties like the reins of a dog sled and he had no choice but to start moving as all his sisters, and now his boyfriend and girlfriend as well, walked him to what would very likely be a terrible day.

Cassie and Macy ended up falling in line with his sisters, chatting with them casually. Macy ended up trying to get Avril to open up to her while Cassie talked about other delinquent stunts he'd pulled to Gwen and Brittany. With Kelly still pulling his panties to keep him moving and Christina shambling beside him with her eyes closed and mouth hanging open in a dopey smile, he was trapped.

"First stop!" Avril decided as the oldest that she got first pick, much to the other sisters annoyance. "We go to the gym! I wanna see what they've done to the place!"

/\~\/~/\

His sisters had been told to wait out in the gym while Macy and Cassie dragged him into the locker room.

The girls locker room.

He could still hear his sisters outside now. Evidently they thought something far more salacious was going on. They weren't entirely right. It had started as just Macy changing and forcing Taylor into his cheerleading uniform at first.

It's just that it had become sex once two of them were half naked and Cassie wouldn't stop talking.

"Nice tits."

"You're such a pig!"

"I wasn't talking to you!"

That was more offensive, apparently. It had also been the last straw for the cheerleader, who had already been in just her underwear by that point.

"That's it! We're going for round two!"

Cassie balked at her. "Here!?"

"And now!"

They both looked to Taylor, who was irately looking at the uniform in his hands. He pouted at both of them.

Normally Taylor would be the voice of reason and tell them how bad an idea it was, especially since his sisters were right outside.

But he was stressed, he couldn't smoke inside, and he was still incredibly angry with both of them for following him after he told them not to.

"Fine."

Macy pumped a fist and Cassie dug his hands into his hair.

"Ugh, if we get caught I'm never forgiving either of you!"

Macy just gave him a thumbs up and reached into her locker, grabbing a bottle before she turned around and pushed him by the shoulder, turning him around and pressing him against a locker, his ass stuck out as he was bent over. She poured a liberal amount of lube over her shaft and his hole.

"Good! And this time it won't be so dry!"

Cassie looked back at her over his shoulder. "Dude. Why do you keep lube in your locker?"

Macy laughed awkwardly. "I use it before games so that I don't chafe! There's a whole lot down there and big dick plus big thighs equals a bad time when the shorts under my skirt are as tight as they are!"

The goth shook his head. "Whatever dude. You coming, Tay?"

Taylor surprised them both when he walked up behind Macy and reached up, grabbing her breasts from behind. She gasped and squirmed, a shocked moan leaning her lips when the pinkettes soft fingers started toying with her nipples.

"T-Tay-tay!"

"You said you would stay away..."

Macy laughed nervously, her thighs clenching together as he continued to play with her tits, his ministrations growing rougher. Now he was pinching them!

"W-well I—"

She squealed when he rolled them slightly. Her dick was throbbing, almost painfully hard and her pussy was growing slick. She was normally the one in control, and aside from Taylor occasionally surprising her with the occasional eating out, she hadn't actually ever been penetrated herself. Not by a person, at least.

She had always focused on her member when she masturbated and, more recently, started having sex. It was easy to forget that under her fat testicles was a functional vagina.

One that Taylor apparently intended on using.

"Tay-tay!" She moaned as she felt him line up his tip to her entrance. "Wh-what's gotten into y-you!?"

He surprised them both again when he smacked her ass. She gasped and held the stinging cheek. That was a lot harder than she thought he could hit!

Cassie was watching behind him, entranced. His own dick was pulsing as he watched. At this point he didn't even deny that he liked getting dicked down by Macy's massive stretch of fuckmeat, and while he had fucked Taylor before, neither of them had ever had Taylor fuck them.

Not to mention that he apparently had a bit of a dominant side. It was doing a lot for the goth. He'd witnessed the other femboy being bratty and that had been a turn on too but this was something else.

"I told you I didn't want you guys getting involved with my sisters!" He huffed. He grabbed his shaft and pressed forward, sliding his tip just past Macy's folds. She shuddered and unconsciously bucked her hips forward, forgetting that she herself had been lined up with Cassie's asshole.

"Ooouggghhh..." Cassie moaned throatily, his eyes rolling back as Macy unintentionally railed him.

Macy looked back at the femboy behind her. "T-Tay-tay, this is my first time doing something like that..."

Taylor grabbed her hips and hugged himself to her ass, fitting them together like two puzzle pieces. While Taylor wasn't exactly big, Macy wasn't exactly used to having things get shoved in her vagina.

"OH!" She gasped, once again thrusting forward. Cassie slammed against the locker and groaned, a trail of drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

Taylor slapped her ass again as she mewled. "I'm really mad at you!"

"S-so is this a r-rage fuck!?"

Taylor did a few experimental thrusts, making Macy bite her lip and moan each time.

"Yes!" He thrusted again and paused, tapping his chin. "O-only until I'm not mad anymore! Then it's just love making!"

Macy trilled as she was pressed forward by the femboy rod inside her, her own massive girlcock pressing deeper into Cassie's colon.

Taylor vegan thrusting in earnest, his lithe waist slapping against Macy's toned ass. Macy got into the rhythm easily, bucking back to meet him each time whilst also fucking Cassie's brains out in the process.

Their train was filled with sounds of clapping and squelching, all three lost to the haze of debauchery. Each pump from Taylor was returned tenfold to Cassie. Taylor was practically hanging from Macy's hips as he clung to her, thrusting with a fervor unknown to the pinkette.

Cassie was the first to cum; not particularly a surprise given just how much of a pounding he was taking. His ass clenched like a vice around Macy's length, his eyes rolling back as he gurgled out a moan.

His arms hung liny by his sides as the last of his orgasm wracked through him. His top dribbled a little, having cum directly onto whatever poor girls locker this was. He would have been satisfied with just that but that didn't mean that Macy was.

Her rough slams continued to punch into him like she was trying to reach his guts. Taylor had gotten even faster, his hair falling out of his normal style as it came down and whipped around wildly with every hump.

Macy was tight, velvety soft, and felt like both an oven and a warm hug at the same time. She moaned as Taylor bit his lip, feeling the inevitable climax building closer with every stroke. Macy had taken to gripping Cassie like a lifeline, even as she continued her own defiling of his rosebud.

Taylor panted as he kept up his pace. He was starting to lose his breath! "I-I'm close...!"

Macy said no comprehensible words, instead choosing to slam her hips back and forth even harder. Cassie gasped and screamed as he climaxed a second time, muffled by Macy's hand wrapped around his mouth.

Cassie clenching made Macy buck and tighten as well, her balls aching with how hard they tensed before she cried out in ecstasy and drained her load into Cassie's ass, making the goth writhe as a third climax was pulled from his core before his second had even finished.

Macy had become tighter in the back too, and that was enough to send Taylor over the edge. The pinkette hugged Macy's ass like it was the last thing he'd ever touch, thrusting as deep as he could push himself. His own moan was the most melodic out of the three and— ironically given his position in the lineup— the most girlish as well. He came hard into Macy's quim, his tummy hot and relaxing quickly. Je slumped against her back with a groan.

The three pulled apart with a wet 'shluck!' as well as Cassie's ass draining on the locker room floor. The goth nearly crumpled and fell into the puddle of love if not for Macy catching him before he could hit the ground. She dropped him on a bench and he gave her a thumbs up.

"That... That was so fucking cool..." She shivered, feeling the much more manageable amount of Taylor's load leaking down her thighs.

"... Sorry... I haven't ever felt like that before..." Taylor mumbled, his glasses askew as he laid on a bench. Macy giggled and fixed them for him. He looked up at her, looking like his normal dorky self again.

She leaned down and kissed his nose. "Next time, give a girl some warning first!"

Cassie groaned, face down on the bench. "No kidding..."

Macy sat between them and laid her head down on Taylor's stomach. Her thighs were on either side of Cassie's head, her still half erect dick flopping on the back of his skull. He didn't even seem to notice.

"Sorry I lied to you, Tay-tay." Macy looked up and behind her to the pinkettes face. "That was wrong of me. I should've considered how you'd feel more."

Taylor sighed. "Thank you for apologizing. Unfortunately, my sisters aren't going to let either of you just walk away now that they know you exist."

Macy traced circles on his thigh, making him squirm as she accidentally tickled him.

"They don't seem quite as bad as you made them sound though!"

He shook his head. "They're biding their time. Trust me. Don't let your guard down around them!"

Cassie finally turned around, casually brushing Macy's wang out of his face. "Yeah I got that feeling from them."

Macy sat up, looking down at the goth in annoyance. "What? What do you mean?"

Cassie kicked his leg up and down as he idly tapped on the surface of the bench. "They're like vultures. You can tell they're just circling right now, but the moment they see that you won't fight back they strike."

Macy tilted her head at him, her hair tickling his nose. "So you're saying they're just trying to lull me into a false sense of security?"

He nodded. "Bingo. The one with purple hair is probably fine, but the rest are just waiting for an opportunity to strike."

"He's right." Taylor stood and began getting dressed. "And Gwen is who you're thinking of. She's... Less mean than the rest."

Macy shook her hair out as she also started dressing herself again, putting her own uniform on. As she was tying her hair back up, she spoke with a hair tie between her lips, eyeing herself in the little mirror on her locker door. "Avril seemed okay..."

Taylor, now dressed in his adorable cheer getup, looked like he'd sucked on a lemon.

"Avril is easily the worst. They all think they're the best, most flawless person. That's why they're always arguing."

Cassie pulled his shorts back up, struggling slightly to get them over his butt. "And you're just caught in the middle?"

The pinkette grumbled as he tied his hair back up. "No. That would imply I'm just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They come looking for me!"

Cassie looked him up and down with an unimpressed eye. "Wonder why."

Taylor pouted at him. "You don't have a right to criticize!"

A firm smack landed on Cassie's ass, still exposed as he tried to wiggle into his shorts. He jumped and gasped, turning to glare at Macy.

"He's right! But don't worry, Cass! You're both pretty!"

Taylor shook his head and Cassie turned away to hide his blush.

"You think they're getting bored out there?" Macy asked. Taylor paled.

"I hope not. When they're bored is when they're at their worst. Whatever they do is definitely awful, but it always ends up as me getting a—"

/\~\/~/\

"WEDGIE!"

Taylor winced as he felt his ass get split and his genitals crushed by the force of not one, not two, not even three, but four of his sisters all pulling up on his panties at the same time.

He squealed as they bounced him up and down. Behind him, Avril leaned in to complain.

"You guys took so long! I don't do the whole waiting thing, Tea-cakes!"

Brittany and Christina, who were on his left and right respectively, both pulled up again, keeping things tight all around.

"Seriously, little sis," Brittany groused, "What were you guys doing in there? Fucking!?"

Christina shook her head. "I sense that our little brother is feeling tense and pained. I don't know from what, though..."

Christina pulled up even higher, nearly unbalancing his wedgie hammock and sending him toppling if not for the other three sisters hoisting him up more to accommodate. The worst part was that Christina was definitely being genuine. She probably didn't even realize what she was doing right now.

"Besides!" Kelly jumped up, being the front of his panties, further crushing his groin. He wheezed as she continued talking. "Taylay is too pure! He'd never lose his virginity!"

"You're probably right..."

Oh how wrong they were on that. Not that he was going to correct them. That way only lay madness and he'd not be the herald of such a thing.

Off to the side, Gwen sat between Macy and Cassie, who watched the sisters torment their boyfriend. Both winced as they let the pinkette drop before they shit right back up with his underwear. His shrill cry let them know it was as terrible as it looked.

"So," Gwen looked between them without moving her head, giving them both major side-eye, "How did you three even start... All this?"

Taylor had been right about Gwen being the most grounded. When asked if she'd wanted to join, she'd declined but asked Kelly to pull twice as hard in her place, a request the youngest sister was clearly fulfilling with gusto, if Taylor's crossed eyes were anything to go off of.

She'd sat down and beckoned them to join her, telling them that her sisters would be at this for a while until they were satisfied.

Macy looked over to Cassie, who glared hellfire back at her. She shrugged. Half truth, then.

"Cassie and I used to pick on Tay-tay a lot. I mean, no offense, but..."

They all watched as Taylor was bounced up and down, screaming the whole time.

Gwen shook her head. "Yeah. Trust me, we're all aware. That's kinda why it's so unbelievable that he managed to get not just one, but two girlfriends."

Macy hummed, relieved that she could at least be honest with this part. "Well we're definitely dating. Your brother is a sweetheart!"

They couldn't tell through the mask but the way Gwen's eyes crinkled slightly told them she was smiling, even if only a little. She leaned back, hands propped behind her.

"We know."

Cassie watched the absolute wedgie masterpiece going on in front of them and gave her a skeptical raise of his eyebrows. "Do you?"

Gwen rolled her eyes. "He's a big softie. Too soft. We always hoped that he'd get tougher through all the stuff we do to him. Turns out he's so nice, he still won't raise his voice at us."

Macy frowned. "That doesn't seem like the kind of reinforcement he needs."

"Obviously. I know that. Try telling them, though," Gwen gestured to her sisters. "They're as stubborn as Tayday is nice."

Macy sent a sidelong look at Cassie. "I think I know the type."

The goth flipped her off and Gwen let out a huff of laughter.

"You two at least seem decent. I'm happy he's got someone here looking out for him. He took a year abroad to get away from this place, you know?"

He had told them about that but hadn't said that was the reason. It left a bit of a sour taste in the two bullies mouths. To think they'd been a part of that for a while. Well, they still were, but he tolerated it when it was them... Right?

"So," Gwen's eyes sharpened as she asked her next question. "Have you taken my big brother's purity?"

Not even twenty minutes ago, as a matter of fact. Not that either of them would tell their boyfriend's little sister that. Judging by the protective gleam in her eyes. They were a deeper blue than Taylors own eyes, making them chilling to be pierced by.

Turns out Gwen was just as much of an overbearing little sister as Kelly, she just hid it better.

"Do you really want that information?"

Gwen's face scrunched and she turned her head away quickly, her red ears betraying her thoughts.

"On second thought, no, I don't."

That was probably for the best. Macy didn't go out of her way just to be a nuisance like that. Cassie didn't have any problems with bothering people, though.

"He's not a virgin anymore, if that's what you mean."

Gwen put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes tightly. "NOPE! I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"

Cassie folded his hands behind his head. Taylor's sisters were more like him than they let on! Macy sent him an unimpressed glare and he shrugged. They may as well have fun with them while they were here!

Chapter 6: Attack of The Han Sisters! Part 2Summary:

On the second day of their visit, the Han sisters want to spend a day out with their brother before they have to go home. Surely Macy and Cassie will oblige and let them have their family bonding, right?

Chapter Text

The first day of the Han sisters' arrival came and went, the next one proving to be just as much of a trial for Taylor.

Turns out his sisters had planned a shopping trip at the mall. Originally they were going to cram all six of them into Avril's minivan, but upon saying the word 'minivan' Cassie nearly had a conniption fit. Since the goth refused to get anywhere near Avril's car, Taylor got a reprieve from his family in the form of a car ride with his partners instead.

When they got in the car Taylor sighed deeply. His butt still hurt from the numerous wedgies his sisters had given him all of the prior day and sitting was currently a trial. Macy turned around in the passenger seat to look at him in concern.

"You doing okay, Tay-tay? Your sisters are kinda nuts!"

He groaned, rubbing his hands under his glasses. "You don't need to tell me..."

Cassie hummed as he started the car, looking at the pinkette through the rearview. "Gwen's chill though. She doesn't seem like as much of a bitch."

Macy smacked his arm and he grunted. "What? Are you telling me they aren't?"

Macy shushed him. "You don't just say that about someone's family right in front of the person!"

Taylor shook his head with a small smile. "He's right, though."

Macy rolled her eyes and pointed back at him. "No duh! I know that now! But still, don't enable his bad attitude!"

Cassie wiggled his fingers in the air like he was casting a spell. "Noooo! Dooo iiiit!"

Macy slapped his hand and he yelped, waving it in pain. He stuck his tongue out at her and pulled out of the garage while she continued.

"Back to the original question, are you doing alright?"

Taylor smiled at her concern but shook his head as he adjusted his glasses. "I'm used to it, Macy. You don't have to worry!"

Macy pouted. "Tay-tay, I don't even know how they managed some of the things I watched them do to you! Like, like... That thing they did where they played tug of war with your panties! I didn't even know that was possible!"

Cassie sucked his teeth, eyes on the road as he drove. "I totally could've come up with that."

"Oh yeah? What about when they forced Tay-tay into a split and managed to give him an atomic!? You can't do that kind of thing on your own!"

"I just need to stretch more!"

"Yeah right!"

"Guys?" Taylor deadpanned, "Not really making it sound better."

Not to mention the panties that all of these outstanding acts of bullying occurred in had been torn to shreds. He'd really liked that pair too! He'd changed into a pair of blue and white striped fullbacks now.

"Sorry. Point is, if you need me to do anything just say so! I'm pretty good with my words!"

Cassie gave him a feral, toothy grin. "And I'm good with my fists! I'll do whatever if it sounds funny enough!"

"Er," Taylor gave them both a tentative thumbs up. "Thanks?"

He didn't have the heart to tell them that he was almost positive that all his sisters combined would likely be too much for them to handle. He'd grin and bear it for the rest of the day, then his sisters would leave and he'd be free to breathe easy again.

Cassie pulled up to the Tuggerton Mall. The school, TUG, was not actually named after the place it was located, Tuggerton. That was just a coincidence. Believe it or perish.

The parking lot was full, denoting the mall to be packed. Unsurprising considering this and the vaguely and boringly named Fifth Street was the only other hotspot in the city. That was surely a result of laziness in coming up with more notable landmarks from the author.

Anyways.

They all stepped out of the car and waited. Due to Cassie's normal speed being 'above the limit' they arrived well before Taylor's sisters. It was obvious that despite his insistence to both his partners and himself, he was still tense.

Macy took notice and decided to snuggle the boy into her side. He flushed but nestled his head deeper under her arm. He jumped when he felt something graze his fingers and looked down to see Cassie lightly holding his hand, refusing eye contact.

He smiled and took a deep breath. It was nice to at least have some people in his corner, even if they still took every chance to bully him too. It felt different from them, though. Likely because where before it would only embarrass him, now it embarrassed him and made him horny.

The wonders of a relationship!

A minivan pulled up a few parking spots away and his sisters all crawled out, surly and irritated. Whether this was because they had wanted to torment him for an entire seventeen minute car ride and had been denied the chance or because they'd once again managed to piss each other off was entirely unknown.

Brittany was leaning in towards Avril with a sneer. "Why the hell does Chrissy always get shotgun!?"

Avril's hand found its way over Brittany's face before it shoved her away. "Because she's so zoinked out I know I won't have to deal with her being a brat!"

Brittany growled and surged forward, her hands snaking their way into Avril's mom jeans before hauling up with her white high waisted panties in tow. Avril shrieked as her ass was assaulted, immediately wrapping her arm around Brittany's neck in a headlock.

"Who are you calling a brat!?" Brittany huffed. Avril's free hand darted forth into Brittany's shorts before she delivered a wedgie of her own, pulling fiercely on Brittany's yellow boyshorts with polka dots. The athletic sister yelped and let go of her older sister's panties, attempting to reach back to stop her own underwear from climbing up her butt.

"You, you brat!" Avril pulled up harder and jostled the waistband back and forth to get the material deeper, much to her sister's chagrin. "Whenever you sit up front all you do is backseat drive and demand you get the radio!"

Brittany winced, her legs knocking together as the eldest Han sibling showcased exactly why she was the top dog of their family. "It's called an AUX! Only old people use the radio, you hag!"

Avril snarled and pulled harder. Being called old was the fastest way to have her seeing red. The five year gap from the next oldest sisters in their family only added to this fact, as both Brittany and Christina would constantly remind her of her age.

"Who are you calling old!? With a body like this, I could pass for twenty!"

Brittany, despite her uncomfortable and embarrassing position, managed to bark a laugh at her sister. "Yeah right! Your pregnancy put all your weight in your ass!"

Avril gasped and jerked the waistband harder. "How dare you!?"

The rest of the siblings ignored them and wandered their way past the squabbling duo to stand with Taylor, Cassie, and Macy. Gwen had a flat glare to her eyes that was likely mirrored by her mouth under her mask.

She elbowed Cassie's arm and grumbled. "I'm riding with you guys on the way back."

He shrugged. As long as she didn't bitch about how fast he went. "Sure."

Kelly huffed and stomped petulantly, her sleeves flopping around as she flailed her arms around. "No fair! Why's Gi-gi get to ride back in the cool car while we're all stuck in Avy's lame-o rust bucket!?"

Gwen flicked the youngest Han's nose, earning a squawk from the girl. "Because I'm the coolest sister, like I said."

Cassie, being the enabler he was, smirked over Gwen's shoulder at Kelly. "It's true. She's winning so far."

Kelly hissed at him and skittered to hide behind Christina. The stoned twin was staring off with a wide smile as she breathed audibly through her mouth.

"Girls... This house is huge..."

Macy looked where her eyes were pointed. The front face of the Tuggerton Mall stared back.

"Uh, Christina, right?" Macy turned back, put off by her intent staring. "That's the mall."

Christina squinted and leaned as far forward as she could. She was at a ninety degree angle by the time she was done bending. She tilted her head as she looked at the large bold lettering on the mall's front window.

"You're so right! You must be really smart!"

Nobody present corrected her. It felt like too much hassle. Kelly rolled her eyes and poked her older sister's butt, her short sundress leaving her very exposed at her current posture.

"Quit it Chrissy! You're flashing everyone! I can see your panties!"

Christina stood up straight again and shrugged. "That's what panties are for! That way nobody can see my butterfly wings!"

Taylor, Gwen, and Kelly all retched. They didn't need to hear their own kin describe their genitals like that. Especially since they all knew for a fact that Christina would shamelessly show them what she meant if they asked. Luckily they all knew better than to ask.

"You're what?" Cassie groused.

Before they could stop her Christina dropped her panties to her knees and lifted the front of her skirt directly towards Cassie and Macy, showing not just her pussy to them, but the actual tattoo of butterfly wings she had on either side going on to her inner thighs. They both flushed and immediately covered their eyes.

"Dude! What the fuck!?"

Macy laughed awkwardly. "Whoa there sister, that's uh... That was a little forward... Man wearing a sundress with nothing else is bold..."

Cassie rubbed at his temples with two fingers. "Why'd you— Doesn't... Didn't that hurt!?"

Christina shrugged, still holding her dress up. "It wasn't all that bad! I just got really high before I went in for it! Plus when I open and close my legs it looks like she's trying to fly!"

Gwen slapped Christina's hands off her dress and it fell down to at least cover her again. "When aren't you 'really high'!?"

Taylor shook his head, holding his face in disappointment. "You'll kill off all your brain cells, sis."

Kelly scoffed and reached down to grab the stoner's pink, high cut, floral panties, grumbling. "Too late for that warning." She gripped both sides and pulled them back up and then some, holding the sides of her panties under her armpits. Christina winced and squirmed, bouncing from one leg to the other.

"Kelly? When did you get back there?"

Kelly just growled and pulled up more. Christina squeaked and reached back to hold her cheeks.

"And as always," Gwen rolled her eyes, "the twins end up in the same position."

Macy watched the youngest sister pull harshly with clear scorn on her face. "This happens often?"

Taylor tilted his hand back and forth. "Bri and Chrissy are pretty good at getting themselves into stuff like this. In high school they used to end up getting in fights a lot."

Cassie looked between the twins, Avril still pulling on Brittany's boyshorts and now giving her a vicious noogie and Kelly keeping Christina on her toes by her own underwear despite their difference in height.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me."

After the twins had finally said uncle and were released, their party finally started moving. The inside of the mall was, as the parking lot had indicated, full and lively. Open straight down the middle, broken up by the occasional kiosk and lined on every side with outlets.

Cassie sent a sidelong look towards the sisters.

"So was there a plan or were you all just—"

He didn't even finish before five sets of hands landed on Taylor and— before he could even make a peep— disappeared off in a random direction. Macy and Cassie were left standing there in silence. Macy watched as they carried her boyfriend away.

"Man, they move fast!"

"Where do you think they're taking him?"

/\~\/~/\

There wasn't a single answer to Cassie's question. There were multiple.

Brittany pulled Taylor closer to her, glaring at Kelly. "Hey! I'm taking him now! We just spent an hour in that frilly frou frou place!"

"So? Where are you gonna take him, huh? Some sportswear place? You think Taylay would wear any of that stuff!?" Kelly pulled him back her way roughly.

Avril pulled him back from both of them. "Obviously what our darling little sister needs is something more formal! He needs to look sharper, not nerdier!"

Christina yanked him from Avril. "You're all wrong! Taytime needs to be cozier! He and I were gonna match!"

Gwen scoffed as she pulled Taylor in her direction. "Could you be any dumber? Clearly what Tayday needs is right in front of us."

They all stared at her. Avril raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

Gwen gestured towards Cassie. The goth looked behind himself for a moment before turning back and pointing at chest and mouthing 'me?'.

"Hot Topic."

The other sisters all groaned while Cassie cheered and high-fived Gwen.

"Hell yeah! I vote that one!"

Avril pulled Taylor away from the goth. "Stay out of it sis!"

All this pulling was, of course, being done through Taylor's underwear. The sole male Han was cringing as he hoisted off the ground, suspended by a cruel hammock of his panties. The stripes were much longer now, distorted even.

This was also being done in the middle of the mall, so everyone walking by could watch and laugh as they passed. Most of the locals knew Taylor by this point; he had a pretty well known reputation as a huge nerd and he'd been bullied publicly before. Most people outside of TUG thought he was a girl! That never made it easier to look people in the eyes after though.

Macy reached over everyone using her superior height and grabbed Taylor— still by his panties much to his continued pain and humiliation— lifting him away from everyone and putting him down behind her.

"Thanks..." He mumbled, reaching back to dislodge his panties. Even after they'd been removed from his crack, they still bunched up above his skirt. She patted his head and turned back to the Han sisters, who looked very irritated that their brother had been taken from them so easily.

"Okay so like, I don't mean to ruin anyone's fun," she didn't actually sound like she meant that and Cassie snorted at her tone, "But I think Tay-tay has earned a break from being the toy brother."

Kelly stomped, her fists on her hips. "Who are you to say!? He's our brother!"

Macy shrugged. "Hey, we've fucked before. I know his stamina."

Cassie snickered behind his hand, watching as Macy stood unphased even as all the Hans blushed in the exact same way, flinching slightly as the red crept down from their ears to their faces.

"Gross," Brittany stuck out her tongue. "I really didn't need to hear that."

Macy shrugged, digging a hand into Taylor's skirt. "What, do you want a demonstration?"

They all staggered back as though Macy had waved a gun at them. Avril, who looked like she didn't want to believe anything she was hearing, held her hands up and shook them placatingly.

"No! God no! We'll be back in an hour!"

And just like that all the Han sisters bolted from the scene. Taylor breathed a sigh of relief but just as quickly turned his red face towards Macy.

"Why did you say that!?"

She giggled and booped his nose. "Because I was pretty sure it would work! And look! Do I get results or what?"

Cassie wiped a tear from his eye. "Man, that was good. I'm having a great time today, personally."

He received a flick to the chin for that. Macy scolded him with a finger wagging in his face. Normal color slowly returned to Taylor's face as he slumped over.

"Now what?"

Cassie distanced himself from Macy's nagging. "Can't we just leave while they're all gone?"

Taylor shuddered at the thought. "Trust me, they'd be even more upset if I ditched them."

Macy stretched and looked around. "Well we're here right? We may as well go shopping!"

Taylor hummed. "I do need more underwear..."

His partners both winked at him after he said that and he grumbled.

And that's how they found themselves in some unimportant clothing store. Macy had started browsing immediately but was surprised to see that Taylor had a very keen eye for fashion.

"How do you think this'll look?"

She held a black halter top up to her chest and he scrutinized it with narrowed eyes. He shook his head.

"I don't think black really suits you."

"Black suits everyone." Cassie commented from the sidelines, boredly checking his phone while his partners shopped.

"Yeah, but I mean I don't see her wearing that much black, do you?"

Cassie gave him a flat look. "Don't drag me into this." And just like that Cassie was back to ignoring them. Taylor rolled his eyes and turned back to the blonde.

"Try an earth tone."

They continued in this fashion for a while; Macy would pull out something new and Taylor would either give his approval or tell her to try something else. He was meticulous too! He talked about colors and body shapes for so long, even she got lost at one point! Cassie looked on the verge of falling asleep!

She didn't get this much input from the squad! She'd need to bring Taylor on one of their shopping trips sometime...

"Here," he took the latest garment from her hands and shoved a new one at her. "You should try this on, I can't get a good enough read on it if you're just holding it."

They walked to the changing rooms and Taylor and Cassie both sat down as she neared the entrance. She almost kept going but a mischievous gleam went through her eyes and she turned back to them with a sultry smile.

"Hey ladies," she said loud enough that people around them could hear her, "Why don't you come in with me?"

Cassie scoffed. "Yeah right, we can't go in there—"

Both boys froze and realized the predicament Macy just put them in. They slowly looked around to see the very much female only population of the store staring at them. Taylor kicked Cassie and he coughed.

"— Without something to try on ourselves!"

Macy grinned victoriously. It didn't take long for them to both pick something at random and follow her inside, Cassie grumbling the whole time. Taylor had just grabbed the first sweater he'd seen and gone in after their girlfriend. Cassie had been a little less lucky with what he'd ended up with.

"Oh hell no!"

It was a bright, hot pink miniskirt. Cassie eyed it in disgust.

Macy laughed. "Come oooon! Try it! I bet your butt makes anything look good on you!"

Taylor giggled behind his hand. "I think you'll look cute!"

Cassie blushed and huffed. Just as he was about to enter a booth to change in, Macy grabbed his wrist and dragged him and Taylor into the largest cubicle at the end of the room. It had a bench on the back wall and a wide mirror beside it.

"Really?" Cassie's teeth were grit and his face was burning up.

"Don't act like we haven't seen each other naked before!" She snapped her fingers. "Now hurry it up! I've never seen you in a skirt and now I'm curious!"

Cassie growled, pinching his lips and turning away even as he dropped his shorts anyways. After tossing them on the bench he held the skirt like it was irradiated before sucking in a breath and pulling it on. When it was over his bubble butt and around his waist he turned around again.

Macy cooed. "It's actually pretty cute on you! We should find a black one so it fits your emo style! Or even better! We should get you in full pink instead!"

Cassie was uncommonly bashful, hunched in slightly and playing with the hem of the skirt. His face was red and he chewed on his lip before he spoke.

"... Does it really look good?"

Taylor nodded. "It does! Have you never worn a skirt before?"

Cassie shook his head. Despite masquerading as a girl, he'd barely done anything besides wear criminally tight shorts to look like one. His naturally feminine figure and face coupled with his penchant for keeping his hair and makeup routine very meticulous meant he'd never had to worry about anyone assuming he wasn't.

Most of his bottoms were pairs he'd long since outgrown but wore as mini shorts instead. As it was, this was the first time he was technically wearing anything that'd be labeled feminine from the get.

Macy stared hard at his lower half. She once again hated to admit it, but Cassie easily had her beat in the booty department. His legs were toned and smooth too, creamy and supple in a way that made her just want to jump him where he stood.

Macy flicked the skirt up and he hissed, pushing it back down. His voice remained hushed as he remembered they weren't supposed to be in here. For multiple reasons!

"Quit that!"

Macy left his skirt alone but didn't stop touching him. She dropped down to her knees in front of him and reached out.

She dragged her fingers up his legs slowly, her nails just barely scratching along his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath as her hands reached his inner thighs. Ever so slowly they crept upwards, until one hand was resting delicately against his pelvis and the other was cradling his groin.

She smirked up at him. His face was flushed and his breathing had hitched. His tongue was pressed to the roof of his mouth as he tried to keep himself under control.

"N-not here!" He whisper-shouted at her. "Besides, what are you even doing!?"

Macy quirked an eyebrow at him but her wide grin didn't go away. She gently started massaging his package, squeezing gently the whole of his crotch. Due to his small size, all of him fit in her hand.

He gasped quietly. Eyes wide he stared down at the blonde as she grew more fervent in her ministrations. The gentle squeezes became pawing at his short shaft, stroking it through his underwear. Then she was rolling his testicles along her palm, applying just enough pressure for him to feel every pulse of her hand but not so much that it hurt.

Suddenly she surged forth with her other hand and gripped his briefs. Before he could even say anything she yanked them down to his knees and continued fondling him. Without any fabric in the way, her fingers were free to gently pinch the skin of his sack between each digit as she squeezed.

He thumb ghosted across his tip as pre built up. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that came out. Macy grinned up at him and in a rare moment where he could forget about their routine back-and-forth he noted just how pretty she really was. She was like a modern day princess, fluttering her eyes up at him as she leaned forward and—

"Oh—!"

He clamped his mouth shut just as fast as he opened it. Shuddering in pleasure, he looked down to see Macy still staring up at him innocently, despite the fact that his cock and balls were both currently being held in her mouth.

His knees twitched when he felt her tongue start swirling around them. Searing hot yet so wet and moist, he bucked his hips once involuntarily. Not once did she break eye contact, even as her lips started puckering in and out as she started sucking in earnest.

He stuttered at the treatment. Macy hadn't ever been so gentle with him! Normally she reserved this kind of carefulness for Taylor. Cassie was the bitch though, always relegated to getting pounded and left dazed from Macy's monster meat.

Speaking of Taylor, where had he gone—

Cassie slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the squeak he let out. Turning his head quickly he found where Taylor had gone, not that is was hard to figure out when the pinkette's arm slinked it's way around to press into his tummy.

The other hand was currently massaging his rim, occasionally pressing in a little and earning a whining mewl from Cassie's covered mouth.

"Skirts allow for a lot more access, you know..." Taylor breathed in his ear huskily, the heat tickling his neck. "Macy and I both wear them..."

Macy sucked in as she pulled back slowly before he sprung free from her mouth with a loud, wet 'pop!'. She licked her lips as she stared into his eyes.

"Enjoy it while it lasts bitch boy," she gave his tip a little flick and he yelped. "I'm not making a habit of going down on you, but just this once I'll make an exception since you look so cute in that skirt!"

And just like that she went back to completely coating his genitals with saliva. He choked back a pleasurable scream when Taylor started fingering his ass.

He was getting full service all from wearing a skirt!? Maybe he should start wearing them...

Taylor's fingers pumped at a constant pace; never breaking the rhythm he'd created as pressed himself into the goth's back. Macy's head bobbed back and forth, mostly just to overstimulate Cassie since he lacked any real length for that to be necessary. He enjoyed it though and that enticed her to keep doing it.

Cassie was on cloud nine. Other than the one time Taylor let him top, he'd never really gotten the chance to be in this position. His knees knocked together and he nearly buckled and fell if not for Macy reaching up and grabbing his hips, keeping him up as she used her new grip to drag him forward into her mouth more.

This also meant she dragged him off of Taylor's fingers. The other femboy merely giggled and plunged his way back into Cassie's ass, this time flexing his fingers up and dragging them along the goth's anal walls.

The amount of stimulus proved too much for Cassie and, moments later, he gasped as his fingers twitched and his legs tense.

Macy knew what was coming and went even faster. Cassie had to bite down on his fist to keep his loud moan from reverberating through the dressing room as he blew his load into her mouth.

Taylor kept pushing his fingers in and out even after Macy pulled off of Cassie. The goth moaned and stared at her as she stood up slowly. Once back to her full height she looked down at him and bent over slightly, knees together, to be at eye level. She opened her mouth to show his own batter filling her jaw.

He gulped at the sight but she wasn't done. With a glint in her eye she surged forward and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Then she spit all of his seed into his mouth.

He moaned as she stuck her tongue between his lips and teeth and started prodding every possible inch of his mouth. She made sure his own load got nice and in there, sealing his lips with her own as she reminded him who was on top here.

When she pulled away her mouth was clean and his was not. His eyes were unfocused as he swayed in place, hips still moving forward every time Taylor's fingers bottomed out in his asshole.

The other femboy finally pulled his hand free and stepped back. Macy gripped Cassie by the shoulder and pushed him forward. He stumbled and got caught due to his underwear still being around his knees. He fell forward but caught himself on the bench on his elbows, ass stuck up.

"That got me all riled up," Macy whispered. "You know what that means, don't you?"

He swallowed— forgetting that he had his own cum in his mouth and incidentally gulping it all down— but stuck his ass up higher. He wouldn't lie about it to either of them: they'd turned him into an absolute bottom!

Macy resisted the urge to smack his ass. It was so hard not to, but the sound of her palm striking his massive moons would definitely get them caught. She pulled the shorts under her skirt down, her panties going with them as her cock sprung free. She sucked her teeth when she realized they didn't have anything to use as lube. They'd already gone dry yesterday and as much as she loved to tease Cassie about it, going in dry hurt her too!

As if reading her mind, Taylor crawled between them and sat on his knees, head between her hanging slab of meat and Cassie's absolutely plappable ass. Reaching up he grabbed her shaft and dragged it down. He leaned up and kissed the top gently, swiping his tongue over it and making her bite her lip to keep quiet. All the while Cassie watched in the full body mirror, enraptured by the sight.

Taylor placed one hand under her balls and massaged them, moving his fingers up and between them as he rolled them delicately in his soft hand. His other hand pumped up and down on her rod while his head bobbed up and down as he took in as much of her length as he could. That being said, he went downfar.

Macy watched in awe every time Taylor sucked her down, his throat bulging where she reached his max depth. Did Taylor have no gag reflex!? He just kept getting her deeper down his esophagus with every push back down! Not to mention the back of his head kept bumping into Cassie's ass, squishing the goth's bodacious booty each time.

Macy bit her fist, her other hand dropping on Taylor's head and scratching at his scalp lovingly. He crooned in pleasure at the soothing feeling, continuing to gulp her down further and further until finally, with a deep lunge forward, he got all the way down to her base.

Macy was in absolute bliss. Was there any way this could get better!?

Taylor proved to her that, when he felt like it, he could always do better.

As if having him all the way down wasn't enough, he managed to work his tongue around to start lapping at her shaft inside his mouth! She groaned through grit teeth as she tried to stay as quiet as possible.

Deciding he'd gotten her thick pounder wet enough, he slowly pulled off without even a cough. He smiled up at her brightly, drool leaking from his lips after the absolute sloppy he'd just given her and she nearly came on his face.

"That's one!"

One?

He turned around to where Cassie's ass was still being presented for pounding. Without a warning he dove in, digging his hands deep into Cassie's cheeks as he pried them apart and started making out with his hole.

Cassie had to grab his bunched up shorts and stuff his face into them to muffle his moan. Taylor's tongue poked and prodded directly inside him, twisting and slurping at his anus like the pinkette was starving and this was the first meal he'd had in days. Cassie's knees felt weak from how enthusiastically Taylor was tongue fucking him!

Macy couldn't believe her eyes. The entire front half of Taylor's head had disappeared between Cassie's cheeks. All she could hear were the lewd, wet noises of one femboy absolutely slobbing on another femboy's donut. Judging by the way Cassie was shaking and quivering, he was good at it, too!

Cassie nearly came again when Taylor switched from pushing his tongue inside to completely sealing his lips over his asshole and sucking at the same time! He felt like he was being fully controlled by just his ring alone!

When Taylor finally pulled his face from Cassie's ass, the goth's hole was shining with slick saliva. Taylor panted as he wiped his face down. He gave Cassie's butt a pinch.

Macy lucked her lips and held her throbbing fuckrod up. Lining the tip up to Cassie's hole, she thrust forward and rammed herself all the way in his ass in one go, her balls slapping into his. Cassie moaned first, feeling his belly protrude where her tip had buried itself, then yelped when he felt her hands clamp onto his hips. She started thrusting, pulling out as far as she could before slamming back home with all the force she could get out of her hips and legs.

Taylor crawled behind Macy and lifted her skirt up as he raised his head to her ass next. Macy almost screamed when she felt Taylor start tonguing her asshole! She was having her first personal anal experience via her pretty little boyfriends tongue!

And Taylor was very good at it too! She moaned as each thrust backwards pushed his tongue deeper. He even reached up and started fingering her! His two middle fingers went inside her vagina while the other two pushed her lips apart and rubbed at the sensitive flesh, occasionally ghosting over her clit. She'd never been so happy to have two sets of genitals!

Cassie watched it all in the mirror beside them. Taylor at the back, face stuck between Macy's perfect ass as he ate her out with gusto, his hand pumping fervently at her pussy as he did. Macy in the middle, bucking her hips with the most lewd look on her face; her cheeks flushed, eyes crossed and rolling up, and tongue sticking out at the mountain of stimulus being dumped on her. And then him at the front, bent over a dressing room bench while getting absolutely railed from behind, his ass rippling every time Macy's pelvis smacked into it.

They continued this raw, carnal train of debauchery, even as they all heard danger approaching.

"Excuse me, have you seen three people come through here? It'd be two girls and a boy!"

That sounded like Brittany! Did that also mean...

"Well, it probably looked like three girls, honestly." Said the unmistakable voice of Avril. "One of them looks a lot like us!"

"The dressing rooms?" Kelly could be heard now too. "Pfft! No way Taylor would let the girls drag him in there! They're probably in here somewhere! Let's start looking, girls!"

They all knew they should stop and pull themselves together. They really did! But at this point they were all far too lost in their haze to listen to something as silly as 'logic'! They didn't need to stop! They needed tofinish!

Taylor drove his fingers even faster, a constant, wet 'shluck shluck shluck!' growing louder and louder. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could go, running the tip across the inner walls of Macy's ass.

All of this just encouraged Macy to pound harder and faster, the pleasure sending her mind into overdrive as the only thought she managed to process was to slam. She threw her ass back every time she pulled out, both to get as much of Taylor's tongue inside her and to get as much momentum for her next thrust.

Cassie reached back and spread his ass wide, feeling Macy get all the way in, her balls smacking into his each time and sending a mix of both pleasure, pain, and humiliation through his own testicles. She drove herself down to his deepest depths, stretching his rim wide open and pushing his tummy out with her tip.

Finally the moment came when Taylor managed to hit just the right spot with his tongue andkept it there. Macy choked her scream as best she could as she camehardinto Cassie's ass.

The goth writhed and moaned as he was filled, his belly filling with cum as Macy's girlcock exploded inside him. He shook as he came for a second time, shooting it directly on the floor.

When Macy pulled out she swore as she watched a ton of her load flow from Cassie's asshole directly onto the floor. They needed to get out of here fast!

Taylor quickly made sure his hair looked okay in the mirror before helping Macy pull her shorts back up. She winced as she realized she'd beendrippingfrom her pussy while Taylor fingered her and her shorts had caught it all. The slick, wet, and now very cold feeling of her own wetness made her shiver.

They both helped Cassie out of the pink skirt before pulling his own shorts back up. They winced when he leaked more cum into them, but since they were black already it was easy to cover up if he kept people from seeing behind him.

They all clamored from the dressing room and ran to the far wall of the store. They quickly assumed 'normal' positions just as Taylor's sisters found them.

"There you are!" Avril waltzed over and pulled Taylor into a noogie. "Just in time too! The girls and I are heading home soon!"

Taylor grunted and winced as her knuckles dragged across his head. He gulped, knowing what was about to come next.

"Where'd you guys even run off to? What, were you doing naughty things in the dressing room?"

Taylor chose not to respond to that and his sisters didn't seem to want to hear the actual answer because they didn't push any further than that.

Avril released him and opened her arms up wide, a glint in her eyes and a smirk on her lips.

"Time for our goodbye tradition!"

Taylor sighed but knew he couldn't escape this. Opening his arms with much less enthusiasm, he stepped forward into Avril's arms.

She closed her arms around him and— for a brief moment— it was just a normal hug.

Then she reached under his skirt, grabbed two fistfuls of panty, and hauled up as hard as she could. He squealed at the feeling, his ass being destroyed as she lifted him to his toes, keeping him pressed against her.

She gave another big pull before letting him go. Brittany walked up to him next and grinned widely. She pulled him into a tight side hug which he weakly reciprocated.

Her other hand came around and grabbed his underwear from the front. He wheezed when she yanked them up, crushing his groin. She gave a few teasing tugs once the fabric went taut, then pushed him into Christina.

The stoner pinched his cheeks and gave him a peck on the forehead before grabbing the sides of his panties and pulling both up. His eyes crossed as she got them to stretch out and above his arms before letting them go as they snapped onto his shoulders.

Gwen huffed, her ears flushed as she gave him a big hug and nuzzled her head into his cheek. She shoved off of him and freed his arms but his freedom was very temporary. She spun him around and grabbed him by the leg holes and lifted him clean off the ground.

Gwen bounced him a few times before dropping him. He stumbled slightly before Kelly ran and jumped at him, hanging from him as she hugged him without shame. She stopped hugging him and slipped around to stand behind him.

She grabbed his waistband and pulled up hard. Higher and higher it went, and with a jump she managed to get it to go over his head, the band snapping to his forehead. Kelly giggled and walked back around to his front. With her tongue poking out, she gripped the waistband and pulled it all the way down under his chin, taking care to move his glasses out of the way.

"There!" Kelly put the glasses back on over his panty mask.

Taylor groaned and stumbled in place.

"Good to... See you girls... Too..."

His sisters all laughed and pulled him into one big hug before releasing him. They turned to his two partners, still eyeing them with scrutiny.

"You two better take care of him!" Avril demanded.

"Yeah! If you hurt his heart, I'll come back here and kick your asses!" Brittany shook a fist as she threatened them.

"Go with the smoke, dudes." Christina said to a rack of coats. Brittany turned her head to Macy and Cassie and she blinked in confusion. "Who are you two?"

Gwen ignored her and sniffed. "You two seem alright. Don't go hurting my brother though or I'll kill you."

Kelly stomped and pointed at them heatedly. "And don't think you can just steal our brother away still! We'll see you again some day and then you'll see who he really loves!"

With more grumbles and complaints, the Han sisters departed. Unsurprisingly, they could be heard arguing the whole way to the exit.

Taylor pried the underwear off his face and readjusted his glasses. He sighed deeply, reached down to fix his panties, having to pull them far to dislodge them from his ass.

"Man," Macy dragged a hand through her hair, "Your sisters are something else."

Cassie groaned, a hand behind him and holding his ass. "Yeah, something fucking weird. Now can we go? I'm clenching hard to keep all this jizz in my ass."

Macy rolled her eyes as they started walking. "Real poetic, dick."

"Hey, it's your jizz. Take some responsibility!"

"Oh please! What do you even want from me!?"

"... Tummy rubs."

She scoffed. "Really?"

He turned his nose up at her. "You're the one who cums buckets! Look at me! I look half pregnant! You think that doesn't hurt just a little?"

"You've never complained before!"

"Yes I have!"

Taylor shook his head as his partners argued. They, too, did so all the way to the exit but it also continued into the car and all the way back to campus and into their dorm.

/\~\/~/\

Even after all her whining about it, they ended up on Macy's bed— all of them having changed into their sleepwear— Cassie laying on his back as Macy gently rubbed his belly.

"You're such a princess."

"Girl, I'm taking you all the way in on a bi-daily basis. I deserve a fucking medal for the damage your cock can do."

Macy huffed, a light blush on her face. "God, fine! I'll start doing more aftercare! Happy?"

Cassie grinned triumphantly. "Very. Getting my back blown out and my stomach distended is hot and all but would it kill you to give some cuddles?"

Macy did not look amused but even still she pushed himontk his side and shuffled behind him, wrapping her arms around him to continue rubbing his belly. He sighed in content and wiggled back, pressing himself into her.

"Careful with all that ass, you're right on my dick."

"Shut up, I'm comfy. Tay, get in here."

Cassie grabbed the pinkette who was sitting beside them and dragged him into the cuddle puddle. Taylor giggled as Cassie pulled him close, blushing at how easily the other boy could just throw him around. Who would've thought that the same thing he once hated when being bullied by the goth would be something that made him blush like a schoolgirl?

Taylor's arms wrapped around Cassie, his hands caressing Macy's sides. The blonde let out a happy sigh as she felt his soft hands glide up and down her body. Cassie relaxed as he was hugged from both sides by his partners. His hands reached under Taylor's pajama shirt to rest on his smooth back.

Cassie closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around Taylor's, keeping them flush against each other as Macy did the same to both of them with her longer legs.

"Your sisters were fucking weird, Tay."

Taylor laughed. "Tell me about it. If you two end up coming over for the holidays you'll realize that was them being polite."

Macy shuddered. "That's awful. I'm pretty sure Christina might be legally brain dead..."

Taylor shrugged and they let the topic go, content to simply cuddle in bed with one another as they drifted off for the night.

Chapter 7: F is For Friends (And Fucking)Summary:

Macy decides that Taylor and Cassie need more friends and so, she takes said personal matter into her own hands. After all, who doesn't like friends!? Surely she's able to put the rational thought necessary for a respectful discussion to use, right?

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If you asked Macy-Lyn Dunning what she thought of living with two boys, she'd honestly say it was nothing like how she expected it to be. That had more to do with the fact that the boys she lived with were anything butnormal. Certainly far removed from what most people would consider conventional boys.

Cassie was pretty close to acting how most guys she knew acted. She honestly kicked herself for never seeing it before she knew his secret; Cassie was never truly attempting to be a girl, he only looked like one and was happy to abuse the fact that others thought he was a goth chick.

He spent as much time in front of the mirror as she did though! The amount of times they both did their makeup together was more than Macy had done with some of the girls on the team! And Cassie was pretty damn good at it too. He even helped her with her eyeliner sometimes! He could do a perfect wing every time!That was impressive no matter who you were.

Then there was Taylor, who was more of a girl than her in many ways. She never considered herself a tomboy or anything, but Taylor made her feel like one. He had the soft, tender touch and tone of a friendly woman, easy to approach and easier to get attached to. Now more than ever Macy was fairly sure that Taylor was as popular to bully as he was because people had repressed feelings for him. Cassie was a perfect example! Hemight have even been the same!

Taylor dressed better than most people too, his fashion sense only applies to women's clothes though. He was the first to say something about an outfit she wore, whether it be a compliment or a criticism. He also had a strange proclivity for making sure he shaved smooth frequently. Apparently he was very strict about the amount of body hair he had.

So Macy was never wanting for female company was basically what she was getting at. Between the cheer team and her two boyfriends— and what a weird statement that was for so many reasons— she got her fair share of it. After all, she was a social butterfly! She had friends in abundance!

That's why this current predicament was so... Unique.

It dawned on her, one day, that aside from the three of them, she never actually saw either boy hanging out with... Well, anyone!

So she posed a very simple question.

"Hey Cass, Tay-tay. Do you guys have any friends?"

Perhaps she could have worded it better. Otherwise the responses wouldn't have been so... Emotionally charged.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"

"I-I mean I d-don't not... I m-mean I do! They just, uh..."

Right, that was mostly on her. She could accept that.

"Alright don't get your panties in a twist you two!" — That would most assuredly happen later— "I just mean I've never seen you guys do anything with other people before!"

Taylor tapped his fingers together. "Um, does the cheer team count?"

Considering they probably would still be giving the boy atomic wedgies every day if she and him weren't dating?

"No."

Taylor wilted.

"Th-then uh... No..." He said meekly. Quietly. Clearly the admission was embarrassing for him, if his red face was any indication.

"I don't need friends!" Cassie thumped his chest. "Besides, I can totally make friends if I wanted, I just don't!"

Macy cocked her hip to the side, eyebrow raised bemusedly at the goth. "Really?"

Cassie huffed. "Really. Why do you even care?"

"I dunno. I just realized you guys only ever hang around here with me."

Cassie opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off.

"And you working on your car or Tay-tay going to work don't count. Seriously, you gotta interact with people! Real people!"

Taylor murmured to himself. "Interacting with people normally ends with me having my butt abused in some way..."

Cassie rolled his eyes. "Interacting with people normally ends with me abusing someone's butt in some way."

This was going nowhere. Macy planted her hands on her hips and pointed at both femboys.

"That's it! As of now, I am starting operation 'Get My Boys Friends'! You two will have other people to talk to!"

Taylor paled. "B-But I don't wanna talk t-to others!" Any new person he met would only end up bullying him like everyone else! And anyone who already knew him would just bully him harder!

"Have fun with that." Cassie stood and walked out the room, calling back before the door closed all the way. "And don't drag me into this!"

Macy would, of course, be dragging him into this, she just had to find the right people first. As Taylor shook in trepidation, Macy started going through her long list of possible 'perfect friend' candidates for her boys.

/\~\/~/\

Option one was a familiar face, though not one Macy was sure she'd personally call the best fit. They found her in the campus fitness center, working out her legs. When they approached, she raised an eyebrow at Taylor but brightened slightly when she saw Macy in front of him.

"Oh, hi there! Marley, right?"

Macy sighed. "No, Val. We did this last time. It's Macy."

Val, the women's rugby captain and a true goddess of athletics in both mind and body with powerful muscles, bronzy-olive skin, and standing just an inch taller than Macy, palmed her temple, looking genuinely apologetic.

"Sorry about that! I'm not great with names! Probably on account of how many uptight nerds like to try throwing theirs around like they mean something right before I absolutely destroy their asses! Hah!"

Taylor trembled harder from his hiding place behind his girlfriend. This also hid the blush in his face— and the hardness in his skirt— since Val's workout attire consisted of just a black sports bra and skin tight compression shorts, both of which looked to be struggling for dear life to contain the woman inside them. Macy was none the wiser to this plight, and laughed too, moving on smoothly.

"Feel that! We had this one girl try out for the team this past . Definitely not the 'play nice with others' type, ya know?"

Val nodded, her curly, black hair tied back into a wild ponytail bobbing with her. "Yup, sometimes you get the girls who want it to be all about them. Royal pain in the asses, all of 'em!"

Macy sighed. "Preach, sis. But I'm here for something important!"

Val blinked as Macy shoved Taylor in front of her. He craned his neck to look Val in the eyes, terrified and barely able to raise his hand in a weak wave.

"H-h-hi..."

Val looked back up to Macy. "Are you giving me this nerd to bully? Not that I need a reason or anything— especially fortheresident loser— but it seems kinda... Oh damn, what's the word? It means unnecessary, I think? Starts with an 'A'..."

Taylor held up a shaky finger. "... Arbitrary?"

Val nodded. "That was it! Thanks nerd! I'll be sure to leave whatever you're wearing in one piece when I'm done!"

Taylor whimpered and Macy quickly held a hand in front of him, a strained smile on her face. "Actually, Val, I was hoping for something else from you!"

Val tilted her head. "Oh. Uh, what, exactly?"

Macy held Taylor up like a child would when they were showing you their favorite stuffed toy. "I want you to be friends with my darling little Tay-tay!"

Val stared at the nervous wreck that was the pinkette hanging in Macy's arms. Her lips thinner and she raised a questioning eyebrow at the cheerleader.

"Uh, aren't you with Harthwright?"

Macy shrugged. "We're actually all together."

Val's second eyebrow joined her first now, both flying towards her hairline.

"You're telling me you, Harthwright, and the super dork are all dating!?"

Macy's nod was bouncy as she chirped. "Yup! Isn't he just the cutest!?"

Val dragged her eyes back to Taylor, who was basically melting in Macy's hands with how much stress he was under. Val pursed her lips and looked back to the blonde.

"He sure is... Something." Val shook off her surprise. "And you want me to be friends with this lose— er, I mean, you'reboyfriendbecause...?"

Macy poked Taylors cheek. "He's too cute to keep all to myself! I'm trying to get everyone else to see how great he is!"

"Y-y-you don't have to!" Taylor squeaked. Val just stared at him and sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I guess he can... What do you do, nerd?"

Taylor was practically vibrating as he tried to respond. "I c-can uh..."

Macy interjected with the first thing she could think of.

"He's really good at computers!"

Taylor was almost positive that such a skill would mean nothing to a woman like Val, who clearly had an appreciation for the real world and not a digital one. She surprised him though when she lit up.

"Can you fix them? Like, if they aren't working?"

Taylor nodded slowly, as if she'd bite his head off. She grinned broadly.

"Maybe this was fate then! My laptop shit the bed and I don't have the know-how, time, or money to get it fixed right now. I got a presentation due for a class in a week and I was dreading having to use one of the library computers. Think you can fix it?"

Taylor relaxed a little as they started talking about something he actually knew about. "W-well I'd have to see what the problem is first but... Probably?" He didn't say so, but he had a pretty good set of reviews on all the other computers he fixed.

Val swept him out of Macy's arms and held him under one of her own. He cringed and tried to ignore that she was just coming off of what was very likely an intense workout if the sweat from her body was any indication. At least she didn't smell! Little victories and all that.

Macy dusted her hands off and nodded. "Great! Make sure he comes back in one piece!"

Taylor didn't like how she worded that. He reached pitifully out to her and she waved him off.

"This will be good for you Tay-tay! It might be the start of a beautiful friendship!"

Val smirked. "Oh for sure!"

Taylor didn't like how she said that. Nor did he like that he could feel her arm squeezing him tighter.

Macy blew him a kiss. "See ya later baby! Mwah!"

Taylor flushed from the affection and the way Val chuckled at him. "Talk about whipped. How'd you land a girl like her?"

Taylor gulped. "Um, she actually came on to me..."

Val whistled. "Well, she had to see something in your nerdy ass! C'mon! Let's see you work your geeky magic!"

Val dragged him all the way back to her dorm. By his panties, of course, because why would she do it any other way? Apparently she had gone to the gym in her workout attire and didn't see a reason to change in the locker rooms if she wasn't coming off of practice. Taylor gulped as she dumped him on the floor and went to her desk.

She bent down, her glorious, powerful ass on full display as steam flew from his ears. He averted his eyes quickly, despite a quiet voice within telling him to sneak a peek. She rummaged around her desk drawer until she pulled back, her laptop in hand. She held it out lazily, her other hand on her hip.

"Alright sissy, here's the deal," Taylor winced at her gruff tone and did so again when she shoved the laptop in his arms. "You fix this, and me and my girls will quit destroying your nerdy ass every time we see you."

"Wh-what about if I c-can't?"

Val cracked her knuckles and he broke into a sweat.

"Then I destroy your assnowand do it even harder every time after from this day on!"

Nodding quickly, Taylor opened the laptop and dropped down to the floor with his legs crossed. When he opened it, his eyes darted around the screen quickly before he looked back up at her.

"Did you do anything before this happened?"

Val scratched the back of her head. "It was trying to update but I needed it so I figured I could force the thing off and on to skip it."

Taylor sighed and continued working again. "That'd do it. One sec..."

Val didn't really know what the femboy did or how he did it, but about five minutes later he handed it back to her and it was open to her lockscreen. She blinked and typed in her password, relief flooding through her when she was greeted by her home screen.

"Hey! It works!"

Taylor mumbled and nodded again, staring up at her nervously from the ground.

"It wasn't actually broken in the first place..."

She didn't hear him and probably wouldn't have cared anyways. Instead she scooped him up off the ground and held him in front of her with her hands under his arms.

"Thanks nerd! You aren't actually useless after all!"

Taylor slumped in her grasp, a pout and deadpan glare directed her way. "...Thanks."

"Well I guess I owe you now... Dunning too," Val rubbed her chin. "I guess I can't blow you, considering you're taken and all. Although if you kept it a secret..."

Taylor's whole body turned red as he tried to stutter out a denial and Val laughed.

"I'm fucking with you, dork!" She roughly rubbed his head and he groaned. "I'm no homewrecker! Although, I can't lie and say I'm not curious how you ended up rolling with the two most thirsted after girls in town. Seriously, even I get caught looking at Dunning's rack sometimes!"

Taylor coughed and took a deep breath. Val was almost more of a tease than Macy...

"We uh..." Taylor obviously wasn't going to give the real story and expose Cassie and Macy like that but he wasn't a great liar. "Well, Cassie and Macy got into a fight while they were bullying me and then things just got... Passionate?"

Val raised an eyebrow. "As in?"

Taylor looked away, a hand coming up to cover his mouth, a wobbly smile behind it. "We, uh... We had a... Threesome..."

Val whistled and clapped him on the back. "Holy shit, Ladykiller! I didn't know you had the stamina! I'm a little jealous!"

He didn't. But telling her that Cassie was a boy and had been getting his asshole rearranged by Macy's giga-cock was a lot more information than she needed.

"Ya know what!" Val reached down and grabbed his waistband suddenly, lifting him clear off the ground by his panties. The fabric went tight just as fast as it went up, squeezing his crotch and splitting his cheeks. He wheezed and turned to look at her in confusion and pain. "You're coming with me! You might be a super nerd but the whole campus knows you dress up better than anyone! My girls and I were gonna have a sit down while we did our nails and nowyou'regonna be a part of it!"

"Why... Did you... Have to lift me... By my panties!?"

Val started walking and Taylor bounced with each step, making the wedgie worse with every second. The jock shrugged, which coincidentally tugged the underwear even further up his ass.

"I figured it'd be faster than you trying to keep up! Besides, I grab my girls like this all the time!"

He winced as she gave him a jerk, making him cross his legs. "Your girls are way stronger than me!"

Taylor bounced painfully as she walked out of her dorm and towards the open campus. Taylor had no clue where they were going, only that he was on display like this the whole time. Along the way people who saw them pointed and laughed but Val would shoot them a glare and they'd immediately stop.

When they came up to a large house, Taylor realized where they were.

The TUG sorority house. The girls of Beta Iota Eta were among the most ruthless on campus. As they walked up to the front door, girls could be heard within. Taylor went sheet white when they entered and he was faced with more than just the rugby team.

Val's team was present, so was the softball team, the women's soccer team, the girls from the swim team, and most importantly—

"Taylor?" Stacy, along with the rest of the girls from the cheer team, turned and saw him before realizing what position he was in. The other teams of girls in the room laughed and she and the others on Macy's squad hushed them. "What are you doing with him, Val?"

Val dropped him and her sighed. He would fix his panties later when he wasn't being watched like a hawk by all these women.

"He helped fix my laptop! And Dunning wanted him to make friends so she brought him to me! Figured he'd be welcome at the athletics meet!"

The other girls all murmured but the cheer team all relaxed.

"Huh. That sounds like Macy... Wonder where she is anyway, she's not answering her texts..."

Val shrugged. "You'd know better than me! I figured he would fit in more during one of these little sessions than if he stumbled into the guys common room. Or worse, their frat house!"

Nobody seemed to argue there. One girl, Taylor recognized her from the swim team, chimed in.

"You know how to do french tips?"

He nodded slowly. "... I can do gradients, rhinestones, and art too..."

The room buzzed and Tracy called out first.

"Dibs! Taylor promised me last week that he'd help with my cuticles!"

It quickly became a free for all afterwards for who would get his time next. In a weird way, and despite the fact that— in the midst of the chaos— he ended up getting pulled around by his panties again, it felt kind of... Nice, being wanted by so many people.

Maybe Macy was onto something!

/\~\/~/\

Cassie didn't know how Macy found him.

"Dude, you basically only ever go to work on your car if you're not in the room."

He also didn't realize he said that out loud.

Grunting, he pulled back from the hood, ignoring the way Macy was pantomiming a camera and aiming it at where his ass was just sticking out when he was bent over. She met his eyes with a smirk.

"Alright Broody, your turn! Tay-tay is probably gal-ing it up right now, which means it's your time to shine!"

Cassie rolled his eyes and went back to his car. Macy hummed at the lukewarm response, strolling up next to him and leaning against the side of the hood, away from where he was working.

"C'mooooon Cass!" Macy groaned. "What's your deal? Are you really just antisocial? 'Cause you deal with Tay-tay and I pretty well so I can't fully believe that!"

Cassie grunted. "Well believe it. I don't like people. Is that really a surprise?"

"Is it 'cause you never had any friends?"

"Man, fuck you!"

"Oh it totally is!"

Cassie growled and came back up again. "I had friends, you massive jerk off!"

Macy latched immediately. "Had?"

Cassie took a deep, irritated breath that transitioned into a long-suffering sigh that had his whole chest deflating.

"You are such a pain in the ass."

Macy shrugged. "You've said. Spill. What happened?"

Cassie grunted, glaring at her for a moment before shaking his head.

"No. I'm just mad now."

"Aw c'mon! Is there any way to get you to open up!?"

He flushed and shut the hood of his car, looking around for a moment before bending back over and bracing himself against it.

"... Fuck me."

Macy stared wide eyed, already getting hard at the way he wiggled his butt at her.

"Really?"

Cassie groaned. "I'm horny, you keep staring at my ass, and I'm not gonna say anything if I'm frustrated."

Macy was quick to drop her shorts and panties, her cock springing free and lifting her skirt up. Before she could mount him he stopped her.

"Wait! Can you... Can we do it gentle this time?"

Macy was shocked to hear him ask. He normally demanded she go as hard as she could! She said as much too, making him fidget.

"I just... I don't want something crazy right now."

"Is it because you don't wanna mess up your car?"

He sighed. "That too, yeah. But I'm serious about the first reason too!"

Macy hummed and strolled up to him, gripping the hem of his shorts and pulling them down with his underwear to reveal his ass.

"I don't mind. Just wasn't expecting it from you, was all."

She leaned over him, her breasts pressing to his back as she reached around and caressed his chest, her hands sliding under his shirt and drawing soft circles around his nipples.

He sucked in a breath and leaned back into her, a shiver wracking his body as she played with him. The feeling of her boobs pressed so close to him, the soft flesh squishing against him, was enough to get him feeling warm in his chest.

Her length slid between his cheeks as she pressed against him more, his bubbly ass squeezing around her searingly hot shaft as she ground it into him.

He let out a soft breath as Macy's hips rolled against his. She pulled him against her fully now, squeezing his body to hers and slowly dragging her nails across his ribs. Her chin rested on his head, taking in the scent of his hair. Despite having just pulled himself out of the hood of a car, he smelled slightly like lemons, with a hint of oil and sweat.

Macy's hands grabbed him and spun him before she lifted him off his feet and dropped him on the hood. He yelped at the feeling of the cold metal pressed to his bare ass but Macy captured his lips, leaning into him from the front now as her tongue probed its way into his mouth.

He moaned as she kissed him deeply. Her length was rock hard now, pressed between them and burning a spot on his belly. Her heavy testicles rested on his own hardness, even just those dwarfing his size.

She laced her fingers through his hair and dragged him deeper into the kiss, her cock twitching in anticipation.

She dragged off of him, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as they both sucked in deep breaths. Macy held her shaft in one hand and bounced it a few times, Cassie watching enticingly the whole time.

"You're either gonna have to spit on it or take it dry, unless you've got some secret stash of lube in your trunk."

He didn't, which really only left the one option if he didn't want this to hurt.

In a quick turnaround, they swapped positions. Now Macy was the one sitting in the hood of his car, cock hanging out and eager for him as he looked down on it.

With a blush across his face, Cassie held her entirety up with one hand, the other cupping her fat jewels. With the tip pressed to his lips, he lapped at the precum that had started dribbling from it. Macy moaned and put her hands behind her, lifting her hips more to press herself further into his ministrations.

His tongue licked up and down her frenulum before slathering its way around the crest of her head. He continued going around and around in slow circles, driving her mad. Sending her frustration, he smirked up at her and darted his tongue over her opening, making her gasp.

"— Fuck!"

She bucked her hips, sending her tip straight into his puckered lips. He kissed her end deeply before finally opening up and taking it in.

He went down only a little, coming back up after just an inch or two. She groaned as he slowly pulled back, his tongue dragging along the bottom of her shaft as he did. He didn't pull off fully, keeping the tip in his mouth before plunging back down, this time another inch.

On and on this went, making Macy just want to grip his ears and drag him down to her balls but she held off. She had told him they'd do this sweetly and she'd hold her end of that.

That didn't make it easier as he drifted closer and closer to her base with each bob of his head. She bit her lip hard as he neared the full length of her dick.

On Cassie's end, this was partly to tease the girl but more importantly, it was because he couldn't take her all the way in without a lot of preparation. She was fourteen inches for God's sake! He was just lucky they'd been doing this for a while now, otherwise he'd never hope to get her all the way in!

As it was, his face was red as the current depth blocked his airway. Still, even as tears pricked the corners of his eyes and his make-up started to run, he took the plunge to get her in all the way.

When he finally did, Macy let out a deep, throaty moan. His throat distended from where she was buried inside, one of his eyes closed as he struggled to keep her in long enough to get her as slick as possible.

Macy had struggled enough already though, and gasped as she felt the heat in her core blossom.

Cassie felt her twitch before he realized what was coming. Before he could even glare at her he felt her unload in his mouth, his eyes rolling back as she forced an ungodly amount of her thick load be deposited directly in his throat.

Macy's breath hitched as she rolled her hips to get the fullness of her orgasm out. By the time she had finished, Cassie had to dig his hands into her thighs and force himself off.

He stood there hunched over and gasping for breath for a moment. When he was able to gather himself, still with a hand on his chest, he shot her an unimpressed look, his lips swollen and a little of her load still dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Nice job, Quickshot."

Macy blushed and crossed her arms. "What do you expect after teasing me like that!? Not my fault you wanted to work it all the way down!"

Cassie huffed and gripped her shaft, making her yelp. "Yeah yeah, you still got the juice for more or did all my hard work just get shot down my esophagus?"

Macy once again flushed at having her speed called into question, but her shaft ached as he gave it another squeeze. It remained stiff and she bit her lip as he gave it a few slow pumps.

"I... I can go again!"

He smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Of course you can. Just try to keep it over five minutes this time, huh?"

Macy flipped him off and he laughed, crawling up to straddle her lap as he initiated another kiss. She supported his weight by holding him by his glorious ass, squeezing and kneading it as they battled for dominance with their tongues.

Spreading him wide, she felt him reach back and guide the tip to his winking rim. Doused in spit as it was, the tip entered his eager asshole easily, making him moan into her mouth. His back was arched and his thighs clenched as he eased himself down.

Inch by inch, his ass swallowed her rod, finally bottoming out with a quiet 'plap' as his ass slapped down on her thighs.

"Ready?" She breathed into his ear. He took a moment to adjust on her before nodding.

She grabbed his hips and lifted him up before slamming him back down. He moaned loudly by slapped her arm.

"Ow! Hey!"

"That wasn't slow you moron!"

"Sorry! I forgot! Your ass is tight and I got excited!"

She did take it slower on the next thrust, lifting him and bringing him back down with a firm grip on his waist. He moaned and buried his face in her neck, letting out a hot, shuddering breath against her skin.

She felt his own hardness against her tummy every time she brought him back down, his smaller package bouncing against her as she drilled into him. She dug her nails into his ass, doing her best to keep from shooting off early again.

Cassie's nails dragged across her back as she turned her head to deepen the kiss. She forced her tongue even deeper, uncaring that just moments ago her cock had been where her tongue was. She barely even tasted herself, most likely due to the fact that almost all of her load had gone straight down his throat.

She rolled her hips up and down, pumping in and out of him at a steady pace. His ring pushed out lewdly when she pulled out, and made a soft 'schluck' when she pushed deep inside. Her tip protruded from within him every time she bottomed out, making his belly bulge.

On and on this went, the two of them moaning into the other's ear as they stayed glued together. Macy stretched him, as always, to his limits while Cassie enveloped her girth in his hot, giant ass. Against her stomach, Macy could feel all the precum slathering against her and leaking out his tip.

Eventually, Cassie's moaning reached a fever pitch and his arms shifted from around her back to over her shoulders.

"Macy..." He pulled himself up by her shoulders and let himself drop back down on her.

"Thank... God...!" She had been on the edge again for the last five minutes!

Thrusting faster but being sure not to absolutely rail the goth, she pounded into him over and over again, being sure to reach as deep as she could with each stroke.

"Shit!Shit!SHIT!"

Cassie groaned straight from his throat as he sprayed his seed all over her abs. She felt him tighten as he came, pushing her over the limit for the second time.

"Fuck! Cass!"

Macy squeezed him tight against her and pulled him down as far and hard as she could. Even after cumming right before this, she shot an abundant, thick load right inside him.

He felt himself fill up with her release, groaning at the feeling of being pumped full. He never would get used to the feeling, no matter how many times they did this. Fine by him, as he came a second time just moments after his previous orgasm. His body clearly had no issue slutting out and showing how much it loved being clogged.

They stayed latched to each other even after she finished pumping him full. When she finally soften enough, her tip slid down and popped out of him on its own. Cassie fidgeted, a look of concentration on his face.

"Guh, don't let me get jizz on my car."

Macy rolled her eyes but lifted him off her lap and back on the ground. His knees nearly buckled and he let the seed dribble out of him.

"Jesus Christ... You know you could probably donate sperm if you're always pumping this much out..."

Macy scoffed while she pulled her panties and shorts on. "And have someone other than my future boy-wife carry my baby? I don't think so!"

"Carry your— You realize Tay and I can't get pregnant, right?"

Macy smirked, leaning in towards his face. "Oh? I said my boy-wife! Does that mean you see us getting married?"

Cassie blushed and flicked her nose, making her squeak and flinch back.

She held her nose and pouted at him. "Asshole!"

"You're one to talk!"

The two huffed at the other before Macy leaned back, bouncing a leg as she stared at the goth. She had nearly forgotten the reason she came out here in the first place!

"So why the whole 'no friends' thing?"

Cassie glared at her flatly while he tugged his shorts back up. "Anyone ever tell you you're real fucking nosy?"

Her whole team, most of her friends outside it, her parents, and him just now. Not that she told him any of that.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't mesh well with other people."

"No duh."

"Really!? Can younotfor like, two minutes!?"

Macy made a zipping motion. Over her crotch, not her mouth. He glared and she rolled her eyes.

"Fiiiine. Continue, dweeb."

Ignoring the name-calling, he continued where he left off.

"I never really talked to anyone before you and Tay. Most I had were some other emo kids in highschool. I guess my cousin, too, but she's..."

"Weird?" Macy tried filling in.

"A complete fucking loon, yeah. Anyways, point is I'm new to the whole... Eugh,friendshipthing. So can you lay off and let me do things my way?"

"Do you mean being a bully to people and causing untold amounts in both property damage and hospital fees?"

"Yeah, I saidmy way, didn't I?"

"Cass, most people's 'way' doesn't involve pushing people down flights of stairs."

"I never pushed anyone down the stairs!"

"Weren't you telling me and Tay about that girl from your Tuesday class? The one who said your make-up was tacky?"

"I pushed her down an elevator shaft, not the stairs."

So much better...

Regardless, Macy sighed and nodded. "Alright. You're right. Maybe I'm being a little too pushy. I'll drop it."

He nodded. "Thanks... What'd you end up doing with Tay?"

Macy blinked. "I left him with Val."

They stared at one another in silence before Cassie rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other hand slowly coming up and beckoning Macy to come closer.

She leaned in. He waved her to come closer again. Hopping off the hood of the car she walked a few steps until she was practically chest to face with the goth. Only then did he speak, quietly and with a hard to read expression on his face.

"You left the nerdiest dork in the entire city with the same girl I've heard people call 'The Destroyer'?"

Macy tapped her chin. "When you say it like that I almost think it was a bad idea..."

Cassie stared at her for another silent spell before he shook his head.

"You deserve this."

"Deserve wha—"

SHHHRIP!

Macy's face froze as she tried to register what was happening. Cassie had been in front of her just a second ago but now he wasn't. Also her ass was starting to hurt. A lot.

Likea lota lot!

"EEEEEP!"

It had taken a second but Macy finally realized that the pain in her ass was, in fact, Cassie hauling her cheekies up her butt with an unforgiving amount of strength.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" Cassie shouted furiously, giving her sharp, jerking tugs with each word.

"I THOUGHT SHE WAS COOL! STOPIT STOPIT STOPIT! IT HUUUUURTS!"

There was that one time, when they first moved in together, that Cassie had given her a wedgie. It had hurt for sure but she had mostly remained the primary bully in their relationship and he hadn't ever gotten her back afterwards.

This was the first time she was on the receiving end of Cassie's bullyingfull force. It came with the unfortunate realization that all the rumors about the goth's viciousness when hurting people was involved were true.

Despite their difference in height, Cassie pulled up as high as he could, making Macy stand on the tips of her toes as he devastated her ass with her own panties. She bit her lip and cringed at the feeling. She'd gotten wedgies before from the team but this was a different level!

Kind of made her a little jealous, if it weren't for her being the recipient.

He finally let go and the waistband snapped weakly to her back. She whined and stuffed them back in her shorts before turning and stomping.

"THAT REALLY HURT!"

Cassie scoffed. "Good. That was the point. Tay is probably fused with his panties right now so you get a little taste yourself."

Macy wilted. "It seemed like a good idea at the time..."

"It wasn't. Now come on, we gotta go get his ass down from whatever tree they've got him hanging from now."

The two left the garage in search of their nerdy boyfriend, unknowing of the true horrors he was facing.

/\~\/~/\

"... So I told him 'see you Saturday!' and then ran away!"

"Did you actually go on a date with him?"

"Oh God... Yes, unfortunately."

The girls in the room all giggled as Taylor finished telling his story. At some point the actual sorority sisters that lived in the house had entered, confused at the sight of his presence before they, too, ended up being sucked in by the conglomerate of women who were fascinated by this girly boy.

With the shining endorsement of the cheer team and his general inviting personality, Taylor had hit it off incredibly well with all the girls. The sports teams and sorority sisters had all become enraptured by the pinkette.

"I still can't get over you hooking up with DunningandHarthwright." The head of the sorority by the name of Dahlia— who in addition to being a ruthless bully that left nerds heads stuffed in toilets turned out to be quite a passionate artist, Taylor learned— shook her head as she spoke.

"Not just hooking up, Dolly," Kasey leaned over the arm of the sofa she sat in. "The three of them areserious!You should see them interact, it's kinda wild seeing Cassie Harthwright of all people benice."

The room shuddered as they all tried to imagine it. Val shook her head.

"Nope. That chick is mean to the bone. I can't see it."

Taylor chuckled and scratched at his cheek. "Cassie is a sweetheart... Er, to me and Macy, at least. Still working on the whole 'bodily harming people' thing..."

"Didn't she just push Paula down the stairs?"

Taylor coughed awkwardly. "It was actually an elevator shaft..."

The room didn't have a response to that information. Dahlia cleared her throat.

"... Right. Anyways, I'd heard the rumors the three of you were up to... Something, but nobody knew for sure."

"We did!" Gracey chirped. "Lotta pervs asking us if they were true. None of their business though!"

Tracy nodded. "She's right. All the people who wanted to bang Macy and Cassie have been badgering us about it. Hell, Taylor, even your little fanclub has been asking!"

Taylor tilted his head, lost. "My fanclub...?"

The room flinched as they realized what was said. Tracy paled as everyone turned to look at her.

"Uh, I mean... Aw, damn. Well. It's out there now!"

Taylor shook his head. "I think I'm a little late here..."

Stacy walked over and dragged him into her side, sighing. "Taylor, you realize you're incredibly cute, right?"

"U-um, well, most guys just call me a 'sissy' or something like that..."

"Dudes who are upset that you make them question their sexuality." Dahlia replied without missing a beat.

"Wh-what about all the girls that call me names?"

"Jealous." Several of the girls in the room called back.

"... Cassie and Macy?"

"Dude, you're literally fucking them?"

Right. Fair point.

"I have a fanclub?"

"Oh yeah. Mostly because you're so ingrained as a nerd that nobody knows how to approach you anymore. Now that it's doing the rounds that your in bed with two absolute hotties you're getting an even bigger following."

He didn't know how to feel about that. Actually, yes he did.

"That's kinda gross."

"No kidding," Stacy shook him gently. "You know how many people we've had trying to get in the gym just to see you in your little uniform!?"

"I feel like I don't want the answer to such an uncomfortable question."

The room laughed again and Tracy shooed Stacy from him. "Relax dude," he did for a second, before she spoke again, "We've got you covered from all the freaks."

"I thought you were gonna say it was a joke!"

"Oh no, it's totally true, ask Macy. She told us you knew..."

"Whatexactlydid she say?"

Bracey rubbed her temples. "Umm... Oh! She said, and I quote: 'Tay-tay is a smart boy! I'm sure he knows! I tell him he's cute all the time!' end quote."

Taylor slumped over. "... I can't even be surprised, that's incredibly in-character for her."

Speaking of the devilish girl, the door was suddenly kicked open and Macy and Cassie flew inside.

"Don't worry Tay-tay! We're here to— hey girls!— save you!"

Taylor stared at them. "Save me from what?"

The two looked around before realizing that nothing was happening. Cassie straightened up and elbowed Macy in the side. She threw her hands up in exasperation.

"You're the one that said it'd be a massacre!"

"These are your people. Go do your... People stuff!"

"Oh real fucking sweet of you, Cass."

"Go do your pissing somewhere else, Mace, sorry for caring."

Taylor huffed and stomped up to them. "You're both dummies! You could've just texted me you know!?"

"Wellsorryfor being worried!"

"You're the one who put me in this situation in the first place!"

As the throuple argued and all the girls watched, Val hummed.

"Man they reallyareall dating. That's freakin' crazy."

The rest of the girls all voiced their agreement. The three of them made for an odd relationship.

"You were both having sex weren't you!?"

"That's none of your business!"

"Yes."

"CASS!"

"What!? It's not like we don't fuck likeallthe time!"

Reallyodd.

Chapter 8: Why Do We Need a Sick Chapter!?Summary:

Taylor gets laid up in bed for the week and needs someone to fill in for him at the school. Cassie seems like the worst candidate for the job, so why not have him do it? Meanwhile, Macy sees her chance to scratch some things off her own personal kink-list, now that Taylor can't do anything to stop her. What's a little wish fulfillment between partners?

Chapter Text

It happened on a Sunday. The holiest of days; as in, a day that was great for holes. But not this one.

"Achoo!"

Taylor groaned as he felt his body ache after that last sneeze. His face was runny, his body hurt, and he shivered violently every now and then.

Macy and Cassie both stood at the foot of his bed, staring down at him. They both looked sympathetic but that didn't stop Cassie from repeating what Taylor had just told them.

"You didn't get a flu shot this year?"

The pinkette sighed and shook his head, his undone hair practically a blanket of its own as it lay around the head of his bed.

"I neber had the time. Between all the 'tuff I had to do, it thlipped my mind..." Taylor explained, his words slurred and nasally.

Cassie grunted. "Maybe it's God telling you to take a break."

Macy flicked him and immediately went about hovering and coming over the bedridden femboy. "I'll take care of you until you're better then! I'm sure you won't suffer from missing a few days of work or school!"

Despite her words being meant to soothe, Taylor grew a look of panic. "But what about the kids!?"

"At the school you work at? There aren't any substitutes?"

Taylor huffed. "None that the kids like. I always get left notes that they're terrible, but they're all great kids! They're just a little strange."

Macy pursed her lips. "We can figure that out then. For now, I'm going to nurse you back to health! Cass clearly won't do it."

The goth shrugged but didn't disagree. He couldn't even keep a houseplant alive. Leaving Taylor in his care was a poor idea.

Meanwhile, Macy swept away into the bathroom before quickly returning with a variety of medicines and— more notably— dressed as a nurse. Cassie stared at her, unimpressed.

"How long?"

"About two weeks. I've been really excited to wear it! How's it look?"

Cassie rolled his eyes, looking away.

"... Nice."

Macy cheered. "A perfect score from Cass! Now get ready to have the care taken the fuck outta you baby!"

Taylor gulped. Somehow he felt he'd be worse for wear in Macy's hands.

"B-but the students..."

Cassie waved him off. "Chill dude, I'm sure the right person will come along."

/\~\/~/\

"This wasn't what I meant, dumbass!"

"I just know you'll be perfect! The kids will love you, I'm sure of it!"

Cassie growled, hoping his rage would make it through the phone to his sick boyfriend.

"Am I even allowed to... How is this legal!?"

Taylor sniffled on the other end, Macy humming in the background. "They trust my judgment a lot there. Trust me Cass! I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't believe in you!"

"I don't believe in me, though! I fuckin' hate kids!"

As Cassie shouted this into his phone just outside the school Taylor worked at— Tuggerton All Grade School— several nearby parents glared and hustled their kids inside faster as a bell rang from within. Not that Cassie really cared.

"What's not to believe in? You're not wearing anything provocative, right?"

Cassie looked at his reflection in his car's siding. Big, baggy, black cargo pants that tightened considerably at the waist, chunky, black, spiked boots, a variety of spiked accessories including his belt, and an open gray sweater, underneath which was a loose baggy T-shirt that hung off one shoulder and said 'I Started The Fire' on it.

"It's like, probably fine."

"Then I'm sure the rest will come to you! I gave you the curriculum for the week anyway! Besides, you get to skip classes! You love skipping classes!"

Cassie didn't say that he liked skipping all forms of classes, including the ones he'd been roped into filling in for. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Which group am I going to again?"

"Third graders today, Wednesday, and Friday. Sixth graders Tuesday and Thursday."

Cassie slumped against his car, looking forlornly at the building that he'd be spending the next week's mornings at.

"I hope you realize that once you're better I'm hanging you up and walking away."

"Not like you don't already..."

"What was that, nerd?"

"Nothing!"

"Tay-tay! We need to take your temperature!"

Taylor gulped about something that Cassie would likely have to ask about later.

"Bye Cass! Good luck! Mwah!"

The call cut out and the goth ran a hand through his hair.

"Goddamnit you're killing me Tay..."

He steeled himself and swung off his car and matched through the doors. A friendly looking security person eyed him as he walked up to the desk.

"I'm here to fill in for the lose— I mean, uh, Taylor."

The guard looked surprised. "You're the sub Mr. Han called about? Harthwright, correct?"

Cassie growled at the disbelief in the guards voice, speaking in a clipped tone. "Yes. Where's the third grade classroom."

The guard pointed to a stairwell. "Second floor, fourth door on the left."

Cassie grunted and nodded begrudgingly before stomping his way up and through the halls. They were currently empty which meant that the kids were probably waiting for him to arrive. Probably making a terrible mess of everything too.

Seriously, Taylor was sure they were angels but if every substitute said they were demons that had to mean they were putting up a front for their favorite teacher. Taylor was likely too disillusioned that they were wonderful to think they were playing favorites.

Cassie came up to the door he'd been directed to, noting the large paper cutout letters that said '3rd Grade' on it. At least he was at the right classroom.

Taking a deep breath and shaking his head, he opened the door and stepped inside, ready for a warzone.

Instead he was greeted with a near silent classroom, all the children inside eerily quiet and staring directly at him. No papers being thrown or desks moved. They were barely talking to each other!

"Uh.."

Cassie really tried not to say the first thing that came to mind.

"You guys are a bunch of little freaks, huh?"

He failed spectacularly.

At the front, a girl with long, dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes stared into his soul.

"You're not Mr. Han."

Cassie grunted and walked over to the desk. He set down the papers that Taylor had given him and looked back at all the children. They all started firing off questions one after the other.

"Is Mr. Han sick?"

"Yeah. Dying, even. I'm filling in for him for the week."

"Are you his girlfriend?"

Cassie stopped momentarily before shrugging.

"Something like that."

"Boyfriend, then."

"How did you— you know what, nevermind."

"You also dress like a girl."

"Sure do."

"Mr. Han says it's good to be true to yourself."

Cassie finally threw his hands up. "What is this, a lesson in self actualization? Lay off you little creeps, it's freaky."

They did indeed stop but that just meant they went back to staring at him in silence. He almost told them to keep going just to crush that eeriness.

"... Right. So..." Cassie stared down at the plans Taylor had given him. "Geography?"

Almost in unison the third graders all pulled out identical books and opened them to the exact same page. Cassie managed to keep his sigh contained this time.

It'd be a long week.

/\~\/~/\

Taylor hung up the phone and tried to back away into his bed as Macy encroached upon him.

"M-Macy?" He stuttered as she giggled creepily and held a very long thermometer up. "Why do I feel like I'm in danger?"

She tapped his nose and flung the blankets off of him, leaving his pajama clad body uncovered.

"Don't be silly! We need to see if you're running a fever!"

He nodded slowly. "Right. That makes sense. I can do that myself though, can't I?"

Her answer was to flip him on to his belly and yank his bottoms down to his knees. He squeaked at the unexpected change in position and impromptu pantsing.

"What are you d-doing!?"

Macy got right next to his ear and whispered. "I'm taking your temperature baby. Just let Nurse Macy do her thing..."

He gulped, feeling much hotter all of a sudden (and very unlikely due to a fever). He also clenched his thighs together to hide his growing arousal.

"B-but I'm sick..."

She pinched his butt quickly and pulled one of his cheeks to the side, leaving his hole exposed to the world.

"Exactly why we need to take your temperature! And if I make it feel good while doing it, who's complaining?"

He could think of several reasons why someone would complain if their nurse suddenly started doing these things. His nurse was his girlfriend though. She also wasn't actually a nurse. And she had seen his ass— and subsequently been inside of it— more than anyone else.

Which was why, even through his glowing red blush, he stuck his butt up higher, biting his lip as she played with his cheeks.

"Now open wide and say 'ah'!"

He felt the cool length of the thermometer inch its way quickly up his ass, far faster than he was ready for. His eyes crossed and his mouth hung open as Macy giggled and plunged it deeper.

"Ah~!"

Macy bit her lip as she pulled the tool out slowly, watching the way Taylor's ring gripped it, his insane tightness even clamping down on the relatively thin thermometer. She got it all the way back until just the end of it was still inside him before she thrust it back inside, far deeper this time.

Taylor felt the thermometer prod at his depths, rubbing up against his prostate for just a moment before it pushed past. He clenched the sheets as Macy twisted it slowly as her other hand groped his ass, spreading him even further.

He was in such a state of bliss that when Macy suddenly stopped it was like a splash of cold water.

"Huh?"

Macy let go of the thermometer and leaned back up, leaving it sticking out of his ass. "Alright! It's in! Now we have to wait until it gets a read!"

Taylor squirmed and whined. "B-but—"

Macy gave his ass a quick smack, making him yelp. "Yeah I know it's in your butt, silly!"

Taylor whimpered, incredibly hard and starting to feel the telltale ache of needing to cum.

"I thought..."

"We can't get you off yet, Tay-tay! For one you might get way warmer and then your temperature would be way off!"

That was already her fault!

"And besides that, you shouldn't cum when you're sick! It's bad for your system!"

He hadn't ever heard that before! He wiggled more, even just the feeling of his own dick slapping against his thighs as he did, making him feel the heat in his core.

Macy stopped him with another spank, which really only brought him more tantalizingly close to the edge.

"No means no, Tay-tay! This is for your own good! And I'll be making sure you don't do anything naughty until I give you a clean bill of health! And to make sure you listen..."

He squeaked when something suddenly encased his cock, tightening around it and packing it uncomfortably compactly. There was a click before Macy leaned back and his thighs clenched around something cold and hard to find what she had done.

"I-Is this a cage!?"

Macy gave the newly place chastity cage— bright pink for her special boy!— a quick squeeze and adjustment, making him gasp. "It sure is! Got with the nurse costume! I figured this was hotter than needles!"

"Not having it on at all would be nice!"

"Well we can't do that! You might ignore your nurse's warnings and touch yourself!"

He huffed and crossed his arms under his chin, burying his face in them. He was pretty sure that Macy had just been wanting to edge him for a while and now she had the perfect chance when he couldn't do anything about it.

And he was right. That's exactly what she was doing. Macy watched the way his swollen glands twitched and aches for release. Despite her desire to see her adorable boyfriend get the release he wanted, she was far more tempted by the long-con of making him wait, finally getting his release later on and cumming himself into a quivering mess.

"Alright!" She snapped herself out of it before she ended up being the one to break and fucked him here and now! "Soup time!"

Taylor groaned. It was going to be a long week.

/\~\/~/\

The next day, Cassie arrived at the school at... The same time. He wasn't really trying to be on time for any of these days, lest any of the students end up thinking he cared. He nearly retched at the thought. Awful!

He wore the same outfit as yesterday with the exception of the shirt which now read 'I Hate The Cops'. This was still probably appropriate and even if it wasn't, he didn't particularly care.

When he had gotten back to the room yesterday, Taylor had seemed a little stressed. He figured it was his workaholic nature taking over, worried about his students and whatnot. Macy was no worse for wear, though.

Shrugging off the oddities of his partners, he walked in and the same person from yesterday greeted him.

"Hello again! Covering Mr. Han still."

Cassie nodded. "Yeah. I'm with the older brats today."

The guard snorted and shook her head. "Never heard a sub say that about a class they haven't even met yet!"

Call it a hunch. After the completely silent class from yesterday, he had a feeling Taylor just taught weirdos. Still, he recognized that he probably shouldn't have said that, even if he definitely meant it.

"Er, sorry..."

She shook her head. "Teaching is hard, I get it! I realized I never introduced myself yesterday! I'm Bev. Nice to meet you!"

Cassie nodded. "Cassie. So... The sixth graders?"

Bev smacked her forehead and smiled apologetically. "My bad! Third floor, first door on the right, can't miss it!"

He thanked her and made his way upstairs. Seriously, Taylor couldn't have given him the elevator key or something? Actually, now that he thought about it, he could just take it. They literally lived in the same room!

Cassie arrived at the correct room, less marked than the third grade class was. Taking a deep breath and hoping this group wouldn't be as strange as yesterday's, he opened the door.

Like the other group, this one was quiet. Unlike the other group it wasn't an eerie silence, just a normal classroom quiet. Kids were chatting as they waited for the teacher to come in, chairs turned to face friends. When he opened the door, they all turned his way.

Deciding to be a little more proactive this time— mostly to avoid another awkward introduction— Cassie waved to the students and tried to straighten up a little.

"Hey you little— I mean, class. Tay— ugh,Mr. Hanis sick, so I'm filling in for him."

"You look like a girl!"

What was it with kids being able to guess that he was a man? That was twice now!

"So does Mr. Han."

"Yeah but you aren't him, so it's gay."

Cassie glared flatly across the room. "Is this really how today is gonna go?"

A general mumble went across the room. Yes, seemed to be the consensus. They all looked at him expectantly, clearly eager to do their best to get on his nerves. Rolling his eyes, he sat on the desk and opened his arms up slightly, gesturing for them to ask him anything.

"Alright, let's get it all out of the way, I guess. What."

The students had no problem launching comments at him. "Your shirt is offensive! My dad is a police officer!" One preppy looking girl shouted from the back of the room.

"You're dad is an asshole and this shirt is awesome. Next."

"Why'd Mr. Han pick you as our sub?" A very studious looking boy asked as he adjusted his glasses.

"He said all the other ones were pus— er, couldn't do things the way he wanted."

"And you can?" A girl after his own dreams in full punk attire had her big chunky boots propped up on her desk.

"Nope," he shrugged at all of their confused faces. "Listen, I'm just dating the guy. He said you all weren't a bunch of freaks so I agreed to help. Don't prove him wrong."

They all stared at him, utterly lost.

"Did you just sayweshouldn't prove him wrong? You're the one he asked to sub!"

"Who are you calling freaks!?"

"... Huh, I kinda like this one, guys."

"Did you say you two were dating?"

The last question seemed to pierce through the commotion and everyone stared at him intently. Whatever, as long as they quieted down.

"Yeah. I'm his boyfriend."

"So youaregay?"

Teacher codes of conduct be damned, he wasn't letting a little kid call him gay twice. He leaned back, grabbed a dry-erase marker off the desk, and then threw it across the room and beamed the kid in the forehead with it. The kid yelped, holding his head and staring back in shock. The rest of the students did the same.

Okay, so maybe throwing things at students wasn't what Taylor— or anyone— had in mind when they thought about being a good teacher. Luckily for him, Cassie didn't care about being a good teacher. He was just here as a favor.

"Woah," the punk girl stared with wide eyes, almost shining now. "Nice aim..."

"That was nothing. I once—" He froze and realized that saying 'threw a brick across a lawn and hit someone's phone out of their hand' probably wasn't a good example of behavior.

"Once what?"

"Say it! We won't tell!"

"I wanna know!"

Huh. Maybe working with kids wasn't that hard after all! So far they all seemed to like it when he was just himself and wasn't that a strange thing to hear. The only people he'd met that liked him for him was Taylor and Macy, although it was with no small amount of exasperation.

"Well," he hummed. May as well roll with it! "It started when this guy next door was trying to take pictures of me..."

/\~\/~/\

Day two of Taylors recovery process looked a lot different. Or rather, the end goal was shaping up to be the same but the experience itself was going to be new.

And he knew this for a fact when Macy held up an absurdly large pill, nearly the size of a baseball.

"I don't think I can swallow that."

"It's a good thing you aren't swallowing it then."

At times like this, he hoped there was a god out there, watching him fight the battles he was constantly put through. The cage between his legs kept him smaller than normal, squeezing him and making him moan at the slightest touches.

Cassie had been none the wiser when he'd gotten back yesterday. Macy didn't even act like anything had happened. It was torture. She only took off the cage to let him pee, and even then she'd practically monitor him while he did to make sure he didn't try to touch himself in the bathroom.

Which had been his plan until Macy had pushed her way into the bathroom and locked his member up again. To think freedom had been so close...

"Tell me Tay-tay, do you know what a suppository is?"

"Please don't do the coy thing with me right now just put it in and let me die."

Macy pouted. "I feel like you're not as invested in our roleplay as I am."

"YOU PUT ME IN A CHASTITY CAGE!"

Macy tutted. "I've put you in lots of stuff! What makes this different?"

"The inability tocum?"

She rolled her eyes and tapped his cage, making him whimper. "You've got a lot more attitude than people think, ya know."

"That happens when I'm pent up!"

She smirked. "Well you're still sick and I've got your medicine right here!"

He groaned and rolled over, pulling his pants down and spreading himself open. She clapped and prepared him for entry. He heard the lube being squeezed into her hand before he felt her fingers in his hole, probing and stretching him as she deliberately moved in and out as slow as she could. He felt himself get even tighter in the cage, breathing heavily as his senses went into overdrive.

"How's that Tay-tay~?" She asked, leaning down to press her lips to his ear, breathing softly over his pinna. He bit his lip and nodded, humming his agreement as she added another finger.

She leaned back and continued her ministrations. As she worked him over with one hand, the other grabbed the pill again. She had to pull quite a bit to get her fingers free.

"You're as tight as ever!"

He blushed and shivered, missing her touch already as the only stimulus he'd been granted since yesterday.

"You ready baby?"

He nodded with a whine and she pressed the slightly tapered end of the pill to his rim. He shuddered as she pushed on it gently but firmly, the pill pushing against his ring as it tried to gain entry. The pressure made his core clench, a wondrous feeling in his tummy that heated and bloomed as she pushed a little more.

"I'm gonna go for it now," she whispered. He moaned and perked his ass up more, bringing his elbows underneath himself as he braced for the real deal.

Thank goodness for it too, since when Macy pushed, it felt like getting punched directly in the asshole.

"OOUGH!" His back arched and he threw his head back. Eyes crossed and mouth hung open as Macy continued to push the pill deeper.

On her end, Macy was having some trouble. As hot as this was, Taylor really was way too tight, and the pill was moving a lot slower than she had expected it to. So with a grunt of effort she called on her athletic strength and pushed forward a lot more than she had been. She was rewarded for her efforts too!

POP!

Taylor gasped and shuddered, collapsing and writhing as he felt himself get brought to the very edge. The feeling of the wide pill stretching him from within and rubbing against his walls. His knees rubbed together as he clenched his thighs and tried to ride that feeling to the end.

Almost! So close! Just a little more...!

He heaved a defeated and lifeless breath as the orgasm faded, left with only all the feeling of being stuffed full but none of the ability to enjoy it to its end.

"Ohhhh..." He slammed his face into his pillow and groaned. His balls ached for release and his core stayed molten hot, yet no relief came.

"Good job Tay-tay!" Macy's praise only made that feeling worse, both aroused by it and loathing it at the same time. "You'll feel better in no time!"

He had a feeling that their definitions of 'no time' were vastly different.

/\~\/~/\

The third day came and Cassie had to change shirts to a plain black crop top with a red and black flannel over it after Taylor had seen what he'd been wearing the day before. The pinkette seemed like he was in a particularly cranky mood. His sickness must've been affecting his boyfriend more than he thought! He did manage to steal the elevator key though, so that was a plus.

He actually showed up on time today too! How was that for being irresponsible? It was the first time he was walking in and there were students running about. It was too crowded for his liking.

Strolling to the edge of the full hallway he waved to Bev who leaned in and looked him up and down. Cassie drummed his fingers on the desk.

"I'm taken, you know."

She laughed and waved him off. "Oh shut up! I was just making sure you weren't wearing any inappropriate shirts this time!"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Tay got on my ass about it." He froze and looked around, making sure none of the kids heard him. Bev snickered again, shooting him an amused quirk of the eyebrow as he sighed.

"You know you're not the type I thought Taylor would go for. Not in a rude way, he's just so... Straight laced? Genteel?"

"Yeah well, I didn't see this coming either," Cassie shrugged as he shoved off the desk and started making his way to the classroom. "I'll see you around."

"Before you go!" He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. "You should probably know that the sixth graders are gonna be joining the third graders for the rest of the week! The school has them do a sort of buddy system to prevent any huge age divisions happening."

"So I have to work with double the kids? Is this just some excuse 'cause another teacher is out?"

Bev winked at him and he groaned.

"How are they all gonna fit in the same room?"

"They normally move the desks around. Stay sane out there!"

He huffed a humorless laugh and made his way up to the third— and now sixth, he guessed— graders. He shivered at the door to the class as he remembered the creepy group. The sixth graders yesterday had ended up liking him enough not to be annoying. Dare he say, he might've even enjoyed their presence to a minimal degree!

These kids though?

He opened the door and once again the room was silent. Not all the students were present yet but the ones that were just stared at him again. At least the older kids were chatting around, but the you get ones just leered like before.

"Okay seriously," he leaned against the desk. "Do you guys have hobbies or something? Is this how you guys are when Tay—Mr. Han— ugh, whatever— is here?"

One kid at the front, a very androgynous looking child with long hair and lanky limbs tilted their head at him.

"The substitutes never treat us the way Mr. Han does."

"Yeah well I won't either. I'm not him."

The few assembled students seemed to take his words well for such young people. The sixth graders all gave him big thumbs up and waved, which he returned halfheartedly. As the room filled up, they actually started to lean to each other and whisper as a whole. It was quiet still— and they were all still staring at him funny— but it was a lot better than complete silence.

"Alright..." he mumbled to himself. "At least they're talking now..." Not that it made things less awkward as he started going through Taylor's lesson plan. Seriously, why did they just stare like that!?

Evidently, the older kids had no problem speaking his praises to the younger ones.

"You guys don't have to worry about Mr. Harthwright! He's cool!"

This came from the punk girl from the sixth grade class, who he had learned was named Sophie. The girl had quickly become his biggest fan amongst the students, likely due to having a similar attitude. Having an adult figure that fully condoned her lifestyle choices was probably new to the girl.

"... Does he know how to play any instruments?"

Cassie called over from the front. "Guitar."

A lot of the third graders perked up at that. Seemed like they were a bit of a musical group, then. Following the rule of children learning something, an avalanche of questions followed.

"Do you have a guitar?"

"Yes."

"Does Mr. Han know how to play?"

He thought back to the time where he had let Taylor try playing to see if he had any sleeping talent. For all the things Taylor could do, music was not one of them. It had been truly awful. Cassie snorted at the memory.

"Not in the least." He said with a smirk.

The assembled two classes all giggled at his delivery. Sophie leaned forward from between two of the third graders, a book in her lap opened for all three of them to read from.

"Mr. Han always said his partner's driving made him fear for his life! Was that you?"

"Okay, first off, I drive perfectly safely. Second of all—" he leaned in to stage-whisper conspiratorially, "— that's rich considering he doesn't wear a seatbelt."

The classroom gasped and they all stared at him with wide eyes. The androgynous kid from before leaned over their desk, them and all the third graders finally showing emotion. Surprise, curiosity, eagerness. The older kids looked equally as shocked.

"Mr. Han is always following rules though!"

"Yeah! Mr. Han does everything by the book!"

Oh? Wasthatwhat Taylor had been telling his students?

Cassie smirked. Maybe he could leave a little surprise for Taylor to come back to when he got better.

"Oh did he now?" Cassie tapped his chin as he hummed theatrically. "I suppose he never mentioned that he stays up late on weekends playing games under his covers then?"

The students all rambled to each other like a mob. The boy he'd thrown a marker at yesterday stood up in a start.

"Mr. Han always says too many video games are bad for you!"

Cassie laughed. "Tay is the verylastperson I would hear that from. He's got like over a hundred twenty hours in every game he owns!"

Evidently he had turned class into something a little less educational. Not that he could be bothered, Taylor should've expected him to do this, honestly. He'd make sure not to tell the kids anything too crazy. That didn't mean he was going to stop though.

"Don't even get me started on his sweet tooth..."

/\~\/~/\

Taylor had a feeling that there was something wrong. Call it a sixth sense or a gut feeling but whatever it was it made a tingle go through his body.

And it had nothing to do with Macy teasing his caged penis.

"Aww! Tay-tay! See how cute she looks!?"

He blushed less at her pawing at his testicles and more at her referring to his dick as a 'she'. He squirmed and bit his lip to keep from moaning.

Macy massaged his balls with her incredibly warm, velvety soft hand. He would normally be basking in the feeling if not for the fact that he had never been more wound up in his life! He'd almost rather his normal routine of getting bullied and having his underwear hiked up his ass!

Almost. This was, despite how mind numbingly horny he was, far more preferable to getting wedgies.

Macy for her part was having a great time. Seeing her adorable, girly boyfriend melting under her hand gave her a power trip that she didn't know she needed. Was that kind of fucked up to say?

For all of you sick degenerates out there thinking of doing this yourselves; yes, it was.

Macy shook off the feeling that maybe she was stepping over some major boundaries right now and continued doing just that. Taylor mewled and tensed under her fondling.

"M-Macy..." He stared up at her, his face a deep red and panting heavily. "P-please... Can't I just... C-cum?"

"Nope! Hear those sniffles? That nasally voice? That means you're still sick! And remember—"

Taylor groaned. "N-no cumming... Mmn!"

She gave him a slightly firmer squeeze this time, pulling just a little to get him feeling it in his belly. She rubbed her thumb over the round of his taut sack gently. He gasped, sucking in a breath as she did.

She pulled her hand away, the skin sticking slightly as she pulled back. He missed the contact immediately. "Now to make sure you're staying clean!"

He wasn't sure what she meant by this since she had washed him last night. It had been hellish having her rub her hands all over him, teasing his nipples, squeezing his butt, swiping her fingers across his rim or cage. But he was definitely clean so whatever she was alluding to was beyond—

Snomf!

His eye twitched. Macy didn't say anything, probably on account of having just sucked his balls into her mouth. He choked a cry of pleasure back as her tongue started swirled his family jewels around. The sound of her sucking and licking his sack only made the sight of her between his legs all the more enchanting.

She looked up and met his eyes, winking and throwing her hands up in peace signs as she continued flicking his nuts with her tongue. He felt his eyes roll back as she pulled slightly before letting his balls come right to her plush lips.

Pop!

She pulled until she came off of him, his sack now coated in saliva and glistening after she finished.

"There! All clean~!" She cocooned him into a bundle of his blankets, effectively trapping his arms at his sides. "Now you've gotta sleep to get your energy back!"

This was truly torture.

/\~\/~/\

On Thursday Cassie walked inside feeling... Enthusiasm? Blech! He hated that he was actually starting to like these students! Taylor would never let him hear the end of it if he knew!

Ignoring that, Cassie adjusted the strap that held his little surprise for the students. Bev waved as he walked in and looked at it, sending him an inquisitive look. He pointed with a flat glare.

"Don't say a word of this to Tay."

She laughed and pantomimed sealing her lips. He nodded and made his way to the classroom. Like the day before, he was met with the faces of two classes worth of students.

Only now none of them were just staring at him like he was a zoo exhibit.

"Mr. Harthwright!" A bunch of the students called cheerfully.

"Hey you little monsters," he said, earning cheers and roars from some of the kids. "None of that! I don't need the teacher in the room over asking why you're all screaming!"

The kids laughed and he rolled his eyes. He dropped the strap from his shoulder and laid his surprise on the desk. The students seemed to notice it and they all lit up.

"Is that—!?"

He smirked, opening the case and pulling Matilda out, letting the light catch his prized guitar as he held it out for the students to see.

"Woah..." Sophie leaned in to get a better look while he pulled out a miniature amp and set it up.

Cassie finished plugging everything in and threw the strap over his shoulder, rolling his neck.

"I guess you guys are too young to know 'School of Rock', huh?"

None of the kids told him he was wrong.

"Right. Figured. Now remember, if Mr. Han asks what happened to doing work..."

"Ask him to explain a sport!"

Taylor was woefully terrible when it came to anything athletic. It was the perfect way to get him flustered and off track.

"Good kids. Now then..."

He would end up getting a noise complaint from the teacher in the class next door. Not that he could blame the students for it.

/\~\/~/\

Taylor's current position was somehow a new low in his week.

"Oh fuck, Tay-tay~!"

It had started when Macy apparently couldn't hold herself back anymore. Turns out that, despite not being in a cage of her own, Macy hadn't been taking care of her own urges beyond teasing him. So when she finally stomped and dropped her panties, he knew he was in for a time.

Her first move had been to drop her molten hot pussy right on top of his caged cock. She had ground into him, rolled her hips as her cock flopped on his chest and poked at his chin.

And she still didn't take the damn cage off of him!

She moaned and craned her neck back, crying out in pleasure as she used him to take care of her urges. He groaned and pushed his hips up, doing anything he could to get even a little bit of pleasure. His glands ached, his balls were tight, he could feel his core yearning for release.

Macy's cries hit a fever pitch as she bit her lip. She shuddered as her body tensed and Taylor realized what was coming.

"W-wait! We're on my bed!"

And since Macy was hell-bent on keeping him a prisoner in his own blankets, that meant he'd be stuck in her mess!

"O-oh fuck..." Macy's groan was throaty as she held her cock up with one hand, straining to keep from blowing. "I-it's coming!"

Taylor had no other option if he wanted to keep his sheets clean. Sighing he opened his mouth and sucked her head in, relaxing his throat as best he could.

Macy screamed and took that as the green light to let loose. And let loose she did, cumming a thick, hot load right down his throat. Taylor gulped shot after shot, eyes watering as she continued to drain her balls into his mouth.

"Oh baby~!" She swooned as she kept riding out her climax, pumping her cock and riding his caged dick. Taylor let out a gurgled groan, her load cloying and dense as it filled him.

Finally with one last final pump, she finished, sighing blissfully as Taylor swallowed the last of her release. He gasped and heaved breaths in as his throat was finally free of her seed.

"That was just what I needed..." She pulled herself off of her boyfriend, a trail of slick sex connecting them for a moment before it broke on her thigh.

Taylor stared up at her despondently. His eyes were pleading, his body still moving as it begged for relief. Macy winced.

"Oh right. Sorry baby!"

Taylor let out a muted whine. "C-can I please c-cum now?"

"You sound much better after that!"

His flat look made her cough awkwardly.

Macy quickly unlocked the cage on him and he gasped in relief as his hardness was finally freed. She pried his legs apart and dropped onto her stomach, staring up at him.

"Alright Tay-tay! This is for being such a good patient!"

She leaned down, eager to give her boyfriend the release he'd been so desperate for. Surely after four days of teasing he'd be wanting anything and everything she could do! With that in mind, she gently dragged her finger up along his shaft.

And let out a surprised yelp when he immediately came into her hand and then passed out.

"Tay-tay?" She stood up and nudged him. All she got were cute little snores while he laid there with a goofy smile on his sleeping face. She pouted and wiped her hand clean with a tissue before putting her hands on her hips.

"This was a lot hotter in my head..."

The door suddenly opened and Cassie walked in, his guitar case slung over his shoulder. He sent her a short wave before realizing the position she was standing in.

"Whatcha doing?"

She looked between him and Taylor before shrugging and plopping down on the pinkette's bean bag. "Nothing now. What were you doing with your guitar at the school?"

Cassie grunted. "Ever see 'School of Rock'?"

"Yeah? Jack Black is like a modern day hero for weird people, I think most people in our generation have seen it, why?"

"Literally none of the kids knew what it was, it was crazy."

"Okay? Why were you explaining 'School of Rock' to a bunch of kids?"

He bumped his guitar case with his hip. She blinked, looking at him blankly. It took her a little bit to gather her thoughts into something that made sense.

"You are the absolute last person I expected to end up being good with kids."

"Honestly, same. They were... Not terrible."

Enough that he put on a little show for them, evidently. She'd leave it alone, Lord knew how prickly he got when someone probed his emotions and she wasn't in the mood. The goth nodded to the sleeping nerd.

"How's he?"

Macy shrugged. "I think he's good to go back tomorrow."

Cassie nodded. As cool as those kids were, he'd much rather sleep in. Stretching he got ready to lay down before he remembered something.

"Oh yeah I meant to ask since you were here with him the whole week. What's been up with Tay? He's seemed real moody this week."

"Oh I locked his dick up for the last four days and edged him until ten minutes ago."

Cassie shook his head. "Forget I asked. I'm taking a nap now. And if I wake up with a cage on, you're waking up with a firecracker in your ass."

She was honestly fairly certain he would, too. Doesn't mean she didn't still weigh the option in her head before ultimately deciding she liked her ass too much to risk it exploding.

/\~\/~/\

Taylor sighed contently as he put his stuff down at his desk. As always, he was early, beating all the students to the classroom so he could set up for the day. It looked like Cassie had kept the room relatively clean. Although Mrs. Gruber in the class next door had seemed agitated with him for some reason and Bev had told him his boyfriend was 'a real character' which was slightly concerning. She'd also told him that he'd be doing a double class which made him worry it was too much for his boyfriend.

Still, even as students started filing in, he didn't notice anything wrong. They all waved happily when they saw he was back, which he returned in kind with a gentle smile.

"Aw man," Sophie, one of his students with a bigger personality who often came to talk to him after class about 'society' and the 'unfairness of parents', looked around when she entered the room. "Is Mr. Harthwright gone then?"

Taylor nodded. "If I'm standing here it stands to reason that he was no longer subbing, right?"

She shrugged. "I guess. He was cool!"

Of course Sophie would say that first. She was exactly who he had in mind when he had told Cassie that he'd get along great with the students. Taylor looked around the class.

"Well I didn't get a note for once so I assume you were all on you best behavior for Mr. Harthwright?"

There was a general call of agreement and he nodded. "Wonderful! That must mean you all got your work done too! Right?"

There was a silence in the room and he was about to pursue that line of questioning further when out of nowhere, Mika, his only non-binary student, suddenly called out a question of her own.

"Mr. Han? What's a touchdown?"

He paused.

"Um..." He laughed awkwardly, his ears getting a little red. "It's a... football term. Erm, why? Wait, no, I was going to ask you all—"

"Mr. Han, Mr. Han! Where does the pitcher start in basketball?"

"B-basketball? Isn't... Isn't the pitcher a baseball thing...?"

"Yo Mr. H! Who's your favorite wide receiver?"

"..." Taylor stood there silent, trying to figure out what the hell a wide receiver was and if it was inappropriate or not based on the name. Clearing his throat he spoke again.

"Okay... Let's move on, shall we?"

The students all agreed a little too happily for his liking, a shared look of satisfaction on their faces that reminded him a little too much of—

Oh no.

"Um, class?" He addressed them weakly. "Just...Whatdid you cover with Cass— Mr. Harthwright?"

They all murmured and looked to one another before one of the third graders answered his question with one of their own.

"Mr. Han? Is it true that you don't turn off the lights when you leave a room?"

Eh?

"Or that you sometimes try to eat only ice cream for dinner!?" A sixth grader called out.

"Do you actually hit Mr. Harthwright when he says things you don't like?"

Taylor stared amongst the class in horror as many of his tiny offenses were laid bare before him. His class was ruthless too, mentioning all his little habits that he would normally tell them not to do, now all being thrown in his face.

He wasn't sure how he was going to handle this mess, nor was he sure he'd ever recover from his own students teasing him now too, but one thing was for sure as the students brought up his inability to clean his hair up after he brushed it.

"I'm gonna kill Cass when I get home."

Chapter 9: Shween With EnvySummary:

Macy comes to the starting realization that her boyfriend is garnering a lot more attention than she's comfortable with. Will she deal with her problems maturely or spend most of the time pouting until she gets a chance to relieve her stress? You're a brave one if you take that gamble.

Chapter Text

"Hnngh...!" Taylor fidgeted, squirming uncomfortably where he sat, shifting side to side on his beanbag. He clutched the controller in his hands, fingers twitching slightly with each jolt that went through him. "Mmmnf!"

"Dude," Cassie lay on his bed, idly scrolling away on his phone. He didn't even look in the other femboy's direction. "She's not gonna stop until you put the controller down."

Macy giggled from her place directly behind him.

Taylor just whined and continued his grunting as he clicked away at the controller. He was almost done! He just needed to finish this encounter and then he could save! The fightwouldhave gone a lot faster—

"YEEP! MACY! STOOOOP! I'M ALMOST DONE JUST WAIT!"

— But Macy had decided she wanted his attentionnowand that the best way to get it was by pulling him into her lap and wrenching his panties up his ass until he stopped playing. From his position the fabric was being pulled tight in not just the back but the front as well. His poor little package was being squeezed with every tug.

"C'mon Tay-tay! It's girlfriend time! We gotta go!"

"Cassie's right there!" He winced as he heard a pop come from his underwear. He liked this pair too!

"Yeah but he's not doing anything!"

Cassie waved from the bed, still not even looking their way.

"MY POINT EXACTLY!"

Macy huffed. "Besides, Booty-boy wouldn't come with me anyways."

Cassie leaned forward, propped up on his elbows. "Hey, you don't know that. What are you doing?"

"The girls and I—"

"Pass." He flopped back down.

She flipped him off with one hand, pulling again with the other. Taylor groaned as she jerked his panties harshly.

"Just... One... More... Turn...!" He squeaked out.

Done! The speed he mashed the skip button and navigated the menu to the save option was impressive.

"O-okay! I'm done now! You canlet go now!"

Macy hummed. "I guess I could..."

Instead she stood up and hoisted him up into the air with her, holding him aloft like he weighed nothing. He squeaked and held his crotch, eyes crossing as he bounced slightly.

"What should I do with him, Cass?"

The goth idly waved a hand in a circle. "He likes that pair, right?"

Macy bounced him again and Taylor gasped. "Y-yes!"

"Hmm. This for fun or a lesson?"

Macy pursed her lips. "Mmm... Lesson— No! Fun."

"I mean there's always the cage again—"

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

Cassie snickered, even as both his partners gave him some serious pouty faces. Rolling his eyes he shrugged.

"Can't even joke about it..." He muttered. "Anyways, if he likes that pair he'll get all whiny if you rip 'em."

Taylor whimpered at the notion. Macy nodded.

"Hang him?"

"Hang him."

And this Taylor found himself hanging from their towel hooks while Macy got ready for the day. Of course, he also had to offer advice on her outfit too.

"Is this too much?"

He struggled while he answered, trying in vain to lift himself out of his wedgie and off the hooks. "I-it—nnf!— looks a little w-warm...Uff..."

Macy nodded. "Yeah I thought so. What about this one?"

"What are we—ngh!— even doing!?"

Macy giggled. "Maybe if you weren't so focused on your game you would've heard, dork." She booped his nose and he flushed.

"S-sorry..."

She didn't seem to be truly upset about it, snickering and returning to picking her outfit for the day. She kept talking as she pulled a new top out.

"Theofficialathletics association event is today. All the teams get together and talk shop for the upcoming game season. It's also a money thing for the school, something about grants, so we have to dress nice. And technically it'll beallthe athletics, not just the women's division."

Cassie snorted. "Ew. Sports."

"For those of us thatactually like things," Macy gave the punk a pointed look that he ignored completely, "It's important. Hm... Too much red?"

Taylor nodded, wincing slightly as he rocked in place. "Try going darker. And if this is a sports thing, why am I going?"

Macy grinned brilliantly. "Because most of the girls' teams love you already! And how could they not with this adorable face!"

Macy dropped what she was holding to squish his face and kiss his cheeks. He flushed but couldn't help the goofy little smile that spread across his face despite his embarrassing and uncomfortable position.

"Ehehe..." He giggled.

"Barf." Cassie called from his bed.

Ignoring the jackass, Macy pulled up the outfit she'd ended up with.

"How's this?"

She held a deep, brown halter tank top up to her chest and a pair of high waisted, flared, white pants to her hip.

"Shoes?"

She tapped her chin. "Flats?"

"Hmm. It's more of a heels outfit..."

She grumbled. "I don't wanna wear heels..."

"Then start looking again."

Groaning, she stomped into the closet and dragged a box out before tearing a pair of white wedge's out. She held them up at Taylor like a gladiator holding up the head of a recently slain enemy.

"Happy?"

Taylor eyed the heels with a slight disdain. "Not even pumps?"

She scoffed and tugged on his legs, making him cringe. "I'll show you somepumpsif you don't shut it, nerd!"

Despite the pain he still looked at her in disappointment. "Coward."

She gave him the hand and turned to put everything on. She gave herself a once over in the mirror. It came together well and, just as her boyfriend had claimed, the heels brought it together well.

"Alrighty then! Your turn for dress-up, Tay-tay!"

She hoisted him off the hook, giving him one last mean bounce before dropping him on his feet. He groaned and dug his underwear out of his ass, fixing it in the front too.

"Hold on... I've got a few things in mind..."

Taylor dressed far faster than she did, pulling different articles out and tossing them in his bed. She didn't think much of it until he had nearly finished putting everything on.

"Oh wow..."

He fastened the thin belt and adjusted his bottoms before fixing the cuffs of his sleeves. He leaned his head in her direction as he continued dressing.

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you wear pants before."

He turned around, the whole outfit revealed to her. A white blouse with puffy sleeves and a frilled collar. There was a black ribbon tied around the collar in a bow. A black waistcoat that hugged him tightly with shiny brass buttons. A pair of black dress pants, tighter around his hips than his legs and ending at his shins. Underneath were snow-white, high cut socks and he pulled on a pair of black mary janes.

"I wear pants with my pajamas every night..."

"Yeah but like,realpants, you know?"

Cassie chuckled, looking over the other femboy and kicking a leg in boredom. "Why'd you dress like her butler?"

Taylor rolled his eyes. "I'm not taking this from the guy who wears cargo pants."

"Fuck is wrong with cargo pants?"

Macy cleared her throat. "Enough, ladies. We need to get going."

The two femboys stuck their tongues out at one another. Macy just laughed and pushed Taylor out of the room. She leaned back as the door was closing.

"Later Cass!"

He grunted what could reasonably be considered a response by some just as the door shut. Macy grabbed Taylor's hand and pulled him along as they made their way to the open campus.

/\~\/~/\

Set up on the turf was a massive tent with covered walls and plastic windows. People were filtering in, a mix of the student athletes, coaches, school board, and investors.

"Okay Tay-tay," Macy squished his face to look into her eyes. "All I need you to do is be your normal, adorable self and not embarrass yourself trying to talk about sports."

"B-but I've been getting better at sports stuff!"

She raised an eyebrow. "How many points is a touchdown worth?"

He blinked.

"Uh... Three?"

"Final answer?"

He whimpered. "Yes?"

"Six."

"Aw."

She kissed his nose and pulled back. "It's okay, Baby! You'll get there eventually."

After a long,longtime. But eventually!

She stood up and took a deep breath. "Ugh. I hate that the squad has to attend these things. Nine times outta ten it's just so the creepy old dudes on the board and investors have some eye candy. But that's why I brought my boyfriend to scare them off!"

"And I'm scaryhow?"

"It's like having big dog privileges!"

"And you broughtme!?"

Cassie would have been a far scarier option if that was the case. Diminutive in height, perhaps, but more than made up for it through his reputation. Taylor's reputation was that he was more likely to be found in a locker than in the hallway.

"Hmm. Well I guess between you being here and Cass being here, I figured you would cause less trouble."

That was an incredibly valid point.

"Don't put yourself down, Tay-tay! You have your own boyfriend powers that make you special!"

He wasn't sure that an acute fashion sense or making noises that other people found funny when he was shoved in a trash bin would serve him all that well here.

"Alright let's get this over with! At the very least we can crowd in with all the other girls and have them form a protective wall."

"Like a phalanx!"

"Yeah maybe tone it down on the nerd stuff while we're in there, babe, they'll tear you apart."

He sighed and followed her inside. It was pretty crowded within, people mingling quietly. It was a little jarring for Taylor to see all of the athletics teams acting so cordial. If all the sports teams acted this civilly all the time he probably wouldn't have spent so much time with his underwear stuffed up his ass.

The rest of the team saw them and immediately absorbed them into the large crowd that— upon closer inspection— was made up exclusively of women. It wasn't that all the women present were in the same conglomerate, it's just that none of the people in the mass were male. Except him, now. Apparently this was where his 'boyfriend powers' manifested.

"AWWWW!" Gracy, one of the cheerleaders, cooed and fawned over him like he was a puppy, many of the other women around doing the same. "Taylor, you look so cute!"

A big, strong hand landed on his head and he looked up to see Val grinning down at him. It was surprising seeing her dressed so formally. He'd never seen her outside of sportswear before. More surprising was that she opted for a cocktail dress. She never struck him as the type. Then again, he was one to talk about appearances.

"Lookin' sharp there, Sister!"

More and more girls flocked over to tease and gush about him. Macy stood to the side as Taylor flushed under all the praise and attention, happy to see her boyfriend so well received. Tracy, her best friend and vice captain, stood beside her and watched on with a raised brow.

Macy sighed. "Look at him! My little star is rising! He's come so far! I'm so proud!"

"Uh huh," Tracy sent her a sidelong glance. "Glad you can be happy about that. Not everyone has as much faith as you do."

"Faith? In Tay-tay?" Macy laughed, turning to face her. "Puh-lease! He would never cheat on me! He's the spitting image of a sweetheart!"

Tracy smirked. "Oh I know that. Cassie probably knows that too. Just like I'm sure all of them do."

Tracy pointed. Macy followed her finger to the massive group of women pushing over her boyfriend. It was clear many of them had gotten fairly familiar with him, having no issues poking or prodding here or there as they complimented his appearance. Continually. Over and over.

Still.

Macy's smile became brittle.

"Relax Mace, I'm just teasing! Geez, talk about a temperature drop... C'mon sis, you know as well as I do that Taylor is basically the picture perfect boyfriend."

"Hmmf." Macy crossed her arms, pouting and blowing up her cheeks. "I know that! I don't need consoling!"

"Yikes. Okay, my bad. Crossed a line I guess..." Tracy muttered to herself. She straightened and nudged her friend. "Chill out. I don't think you need to worry about anyone going after your boy like that. Especially when he keeps sending youthatlook."

Macy met Taylor's eyes as he mouthed 'help' with a big, comical frown.

The patented 'help me I'm too afraid of disappointing people to say no so you need to do it' look! She was needed!

Sweeping in, she linked her arm behind him, dragging him closer by the opposite hip.

"Sorry ladies but I need someone to come act as douchebag deterrent while I mingle. And this one—"

She dropped her hand briefly from his hip to squeeze his ass, making him yelp and everyone else laugh.

"— is my ticket to a peaceful afternoon. Here's hoping I don't have to fight a creep!"

Val snickered. "If you do, I'm putting twenty on you, so don't lose!"

Macy fist bumped her. "My kind of girl. Laters!"

She dragged Taylor away and he took a breath. "Thanks... I didn't expect everyone to be so excited to see me..."

Neither did I, Macy's inner voice growled, sounding a lot more like Christopher Judge than she expected her thoughts to sound. She always heard her conscience as more of an Amanda Seyfried. You learn more about yourself everyday!

Ignoring her feelings like a normal, healthy adult, she smiled and jostled him gently.

"Anytime baby! I wasn't joking though. I really did wanna chat around."

And if shejust so happenedto getherboyfriend away from the swarm of gorgeous, athletic women? Pure coincidence.

Even better! She'd take him closer to all the guys! Nobody would touch him while she was there and she didn't have to worry about anyone flirting with him! It was a win for everyone!

A tactical move, , her inner voice sounded way more badass now!

Of course having dragged him out of the safety net that was the horde of beautiful girls blocking him off from the world, he was now very much exposed to everyone else present and— since he was so well known for all theworstreasons— he drew eyes quickly.

"What's with the nerd?"

"Seriously! Who invited the dork?"

"Dude, that's the guy who's been shacking up with Macy!"

"Why do I have a boner right now? Am I gay?"

"Dude if you're gay, then I'm gay."

"What—"

The color commentary really didn't help ease his nerves. Especially since a majority of it was coming from people he could distinctly remember manhandling and harassing him before. Although now he wondered how much of it was a physical manifestation of their repressed homosexual urges.

While Taylor stewed in his discomfort, Macy was having her own issue internally.

THIS DIDN'T WORK EITHER! EVERYONE WANTS TO FUCK MY BOYFRIEND!

She wasn't blind to the way people were staring at them. At least within her circle people attempted to hide their desires when looking at her or Taylor. Out here, she may as well have dragged him into shark infested waters. The amount of fuck-me eyes she was seeing was staggering. And it was bad enough that other girls wanted him! Now she had to worry about other men too!?

"Hey there beautiful," a tall, handsome guy leaned beside them. Sharp features, roguish, dark hair, and broad shoulders. Amber eyes and dressed immaculately, he was like something that crawled out of a novel meant for teenage girls. An idyllic man, by most people's standards.

This, at least, was more in line with what she was expecting. Not that she'd ever ask to be hit on by some random dude but if it meant her boyfriend was safe, she'd take it.

"Ah, dude, I'm literally standing next to my boyfriend," Macy was used to people hitting on her. She didn't think people would be so bold but frankly that was generous of her to assume common decency from others.

"Notyou!"He barked at her, making her blink in surprise. His features smoothed again and he leaned down to get a better look at Taylor. He held out an honest to God rose and kissed Taylor's knuckles.

"Ah!" Taylor stared at the flower with wide eyes.

"I am William Stratocaster IV, and you, my shining star, have captured my heart!"

Macy and Taylor couldn't even muster a response to that. Both just stared with slack jaws and twitching eyes at the man before then, wondering how on God's green Earth he was real. Surely a human like this didn't just exist.

"You're absolutely stunning, would you like to go to dinner with me?"

Taylor's voice was pitched high as he squeaked out a reply. "I-I-I'm a guy!"

Rather than dissuade the other man, he leaned in closer. With a dazzling smile and short flip of his hair, he squeezed Taylor's hand.

"Even better."

Okay, it was time for divine intervention. And by divine she meant herself and by intervention she meantmurder. Fortunately for this other guy, Taylor spoke up again before she could start swinging.

"I-I'm taken!" Taylor managed to say through his stumbling.

William leaned away, tossing the rose to the side and sighing forlornly.

"All the good ones are," he swooned, tossing his head back. Cameras flashed and rose petals fell around him as he did. Girls screamed their love from the surrounding crowd.

Taylor leaned over to Macy. "Is this guy even on one of the teams?"

"Never seen him in my life."

Snapping back to attention, he pulled out another rose, placing it between his lips. He placed the back of his hand to his brow and clenched his other hand into a tight fist.

"Alas. I have not given up the fight for your love yet! I hope to make my way into your heart soon!"

And with that he snapped his fingers and a torrent of water fell from the ceiling, cascading over him. When it stopped, he was gone.

They stood there staring for a solid two minutes without saying a word. The bubbling feelings of protective jealousy had only doubled within Macy. Taylor finally broke the silence.

"... Where'd the roses come from?"

/\~\/~/\

Cassie had decided that he'd be liberating Taylor's beanbag for himself while he strummed away on his beloved Matilda. He was enjoying the moment when his partners returned some odd few hours after they'd left.

When the door flew open, Cassie was expecting to see a too-damn-happy Macy and a just-as-jittery Taylor. After all, Macy loved her stupid sports friends. She was always happy coming back from them.

What he got instead was an angry cheerleader stomping up to him, tearing her fly down, and her massive cock flopping out and smacking him in the face.

His eyes crossed as he looked at the shaft laying across his face. They straightened again to look at Macy directly, who was red in the face and pouting heavily.

"Didn't go well?"

"Mmph."

He lifted her heavy length off his face and looked over to Taylor. The femboy shrugged, looking a little frazzled. He quickly shuffled into the bathroom, the sound of the shower running following shortly after.

He sighed and laid his guitar to the side as he started slowly pumping his hand up and down.

"So? What happened?"

"... Why'd something have to happen?"

"Damn bitch, I'm just trying to be nice and shit, be that way then!"

She huffed, going more red. She mumbled a quiet apology, looking away and pulling her hair free.

"... Taylor's popular."

He snorted. "We thinking about the same person here?"

"I'm serious! You weren't there, you didn't see the way people were all over him!"

"So what?" Cassie tossed his hair back, giving her tip a kiss and a quick flick with his tongue. "You jealous or something?"

She stomped, causing her meat to jiggle in his hand. "Why do people keep saying that!? I'm not jealous!"

"Why are you acting like it's a bad thing?" He licked under her frenulum, suckling along the bellend of her tip for a moment before pulling off.

"Mmf... I'm... Not... Jealous..." She hissed, sucking a breath in. "Stop teasing already!"

He rolled his eyes. "Christ, 'scuse me for trying to be a good boyfriend and asking about your day..."

Once again she sighed and tried relaxing her tense body before apologizing.

"Well go on then. You still haven't actually told me what happened."

With that, he took her tip in and swirled his tongue around it, bobbing back and forth slowly. When he looked up at her she moaned. It was clear he expected her to talk while he worked.

"It was fine for a while," she took a steadying breath. "I mean, all the girls love him, you know?"

She couldn't tell if he was nodding or simply working his way down to the halfway point of her dick. It could've been both. Either way, while his throat made continuous a 'glurk glurk' she kept talking.

"But then... Nngh!... I dunno, I guess I realized just how many people seemed to like him a littletoomuch. And there was this guy too! He was like something out of a cartoon!"

He rolled a hand in a circle in a 'So what? Get on with it' motion. She gave a quick thrust for that, smirking slightly when he choked and glared up at her, a little tear in his eye. He huffed through his nose, the hot air brushing over the exposed shaft that wasn't in his mouth.

"I'm not— It's not about... Look, I don't know why it bothers me so much! This is the first relationship I've had, I feel like I'm entitled to be upset about it!"

The goth's eyes widened and he popped off of her, wiping the saliva and precum from his mouth and jaw.

"Wait wait wait, you've never dated before this?"

She crossed her arms and scowled. "Oh can it, I don't wanna hear it from you!"

"I'm not judging! Okay, I'm not judgingthat much. I guess I just figured that you'd have at least seen someone before this..."

"I was always too nervous about the whole, ya know, 'having a massive cock' thing?"

"Yeah fair enough. Huh. Alright well, back to the other point, you realize nobody said you weren't allowed to be jealous, right?"

She stomped and her dick swung around. His eyes followed it like a cat tracing a swinging toy.

"I don't know! Isn't it bad to be jealous? People always make a big deal about it!"

He shrugged. "Well yeah, people are normally assholes about it because they're jealous too. Besides, so what if I care about something enough to be protective about it? Just means I give a fuck."

That was surprisingly eloquent insight from the goth. Too much so. Macy looked down at him.

"Cass... Have you been jealous at all since getting with us?"

He blushed across his nose and the tips of his ears. Looking away, he grumbled.

"Well... Yeah? Man, why the fuck you gotta ask that while I'm blowing you?"

She threw her hands up, lip curling in irritation as she flared heatedly down at him.

"You're doing the same thing to me asshole! Now spill!"

"Do you want me to finish or not!?"

"No! I mean... Yes? I don't know!"

He rolled his eyes and sighed as he fell backwards, reaching up and returning to pumping her in his hand. He looked up at her lazily.

"I don't know what to tell you. Tay is a genius or some shit and everyone thinks he's cute. You're tall, have a huge dick, and have a whole squad of girls that treat you like family."

Macy put her hands to her hips. "None of that is anything you can control, though."

He gave her a look that said 'no shit, really? I never thought of that!'. She realized what he was getting at and slumped.

"Okay, good point." Her long face remained though and the feeling didn't go away. "How'd you get past it then?"

"I didn't. Every time I feel it, I just annoy one of you instead. Makes me remember that, despite all that other shit,I'mthe lucky bitch who gets to lay in bed with you two at night. And the cherry on top? You two are both fuckingme!And I'm hot as fuck! So everyone else should be jealous as far as I'm concerned!"

She stared at him, shocked at the rare display of genuine emotion that he was giving her. Not only that, he openly admitted that he thought himself fortunate for being with them.

"Awww, Cass..." She placed a hand on his head. "Love you too!"

He blushed. "Yeah yeah...Mmloveyou.."

Even though he mumbled it and she could barely understand him, she was counting it!

"... You gonna let go of my head now?"

Her response was to guide his face closer to her cock.

"You're terrible."

"Oh c'moooon! I need it! I had a long day!"

He squeezed her balls, making her yelp before he slurped her length back into his mouth, almost three quarters disappearing on the first plunge. She groaned, his hand massaging her tender sack flexing randomly and making her legs shake.

"You're gettingreallygood at this..." She sighed blissfully.

Her response was garbled but knowing him it was probably something she would've hit him for. She settled for tickling the depths of his throat with her too instead.

The bathroom door clicked and Taylor walked out to see his girlfriend throat deep in his boyfriend.

"Um, has he been blowing you the whole time?"

She shook her head. "Nah, we were talking a bit. He only really started a few minutes ago."

Taylor nodded. "Right... Um, room for another?"

"Like I'd ever say no to a cute face like that!"

Cassie just flipped him off as a lewd choking noise emanated from him. Dropping his towel, Taylor walked over and pressed himself to Macy's back, his hands trailing up her sides before grappling onto her breasts.

She moaned as he fondled her tits, his fingers gently brushing over and playing with her nipples. She hissed at how hard they were against her top, quickly grabbing the bottom of it and taking it off. Taylor's hands latched on again once it was gone.

Two boys on either side of her. One traced her body gently— almost reverently; as though she were a piece of art that he could only take in with his hands. Taylor's touch was delicate and warm, yet made her skin tense and core tight. The other just touched down to her base, his throat bulging from her girth and his hands playing with her balls like they were a lifeline. Cassie drooled uncontrollably, dripping down and over her testicles like a waterfall.

The goth was right. What the hell did she have to be jealous about? This was just a single moment of her relationship and it was more than she would've ever dreamed of before the three of them got together.

She bit her lip, her breath hot as Taylor started trailing kisses along her back, getting lower and lower. When he reached her ass, he played with that just as softly and meticulously as her boobs. Squeezing and spreading her apart before letting her cheeks slap together again. When the kisses started again, they were little nips at her underbutt, making her jolt and yelp.

He came back up, laying wet, hot kisses on her shoulder blades. "You wear your emotions on your sleeve, you know..."

She whined as he laid her feelings bare, all the while taunting her with his lips on her skin. Did he know the whole time? Did he just let her sit in her envy for three hours while people eye-fucked him?

He pulled her by her waist, bringing her out of Cassie's airway. The goth coughed, not bothering to wipe his face this time as she was extracted from him. She allowed herself to be pushed back as Taylor took his place in front of her, pressing his ass against her fully erect member. He bent over at the waist, shaking his perky butt on her as his back arched to press against her even harder.

"All those people drooling over me earlier was hot and all," his voice was breathy as he looked back over his shoulder, "But you getting jealous about it got me crazy horny."

Hot damn did she love this boy.

Cassie tossed her a bottle of lube. It was a separate bottle from the one she used with the goth. One thing they'd all learned was that Taylor's supreme tightness required a more advanced level of lubrication. Even going with the slickest one they could find it was still sometimes a rough squeeze.

She poured a generous amount on herself, rubbing it in, making sure to cover the tip especially before drizzling a steady stream directly down into the pinkette's eager hole. He shivered at the momentary chill then moaned when her fingers teased his hole and snuck inside, flexing to loosen him up as much as possible.

Cassie grunted when the other femboy grabbed him by the hem of his shorts, pulling him in before tugging them down. Taylor rubbed his face against the fabric of his underwear, breathing and kissing the goth's small bulge. With only the layer of protection against the nerd's affectionate assault being so thin, Cassie felt everything.

Taylor moaned against his dick as Macy plunged another finger in from behind. The reverberations made his spine tingle and balls clench. Fingers dragged across his ass, groping and squeezing the fat cheeks fervently before they slipped into the waistband of his briefs. They were shimmied down, his fun sized cock flicking out and poking Taylor's nose.

One hand remained firmly in the supple meat of his ass while the other snuck back around and under him, grabbing him by the nuts and pulling him closer. He yelped at the sudden pressure and tightness, stumbling forward until he was pressed completely against his boyfriend's face.

Taylor cupped the entirety of his package and lifted it, pressing his nose under his shaft and between his base and scrotum. The pinkette inhaled deeply, taking in the slight musk and hint of basic, chalky soap that the goth used. His inhalation of the goth's nuts ended when he started kissing, licking, and suckling on the area around his crotch.

Fuck that's hot... The goth was barely able to hear the thought, so stimulated by the amount of love being shown to his junk.

Cassie hadn't even realized he was holding his breath, his heart high up in his chest. He exhaled shakily, eyes glued to the other man worshiping his genitals like they were holy. Macy's voice broke him out of his reverie.

"You ready baby?"

"On the bed... On all fours... Otherwise you'll have to lift me and I won't be able to reach Cass..."

Both his other partners simultaneously felt their cocks twitch at such a blatant and sordid remark.

Complying easily, in no small part due to both the cheerleader and the goth being pretty damn strong, they both lifted him and tossed him in his bed. Taylor gasped at the feeling of weightlessness for the brief moment he had it, crashing down into his comforter with his hair and limbs splayed out.

Macy and Cassie both stood on either side of the bed, looking down at the piece of art laying before them. Taylor must've noticed, his face and body flushing even further but an amused giggle leaving his lips as he trailed a hand down his own body, his finger grazing his own privates with a soft flick, making it swing for a moment.

"Well?" He moaned, bringing his hands behind his head and arching his back, his ribs slightly visible as he gravitated his body towards them. "What are these two strong,meanbullies gonna do to their favorite nerd?"

Macy looked over, sending a side eye to Cassie who was doing the same to her. It was unclear if they were debating who would go first or if this was real.

In the end, always the most headstrong of the three, Cassie tore his shirt off and kicked his shorts and underwear off the rest of the way, diving into bed and lifting Taylor with ease, making the femboy squeal in delight as he was easily handled like a doll. The two feminine boys, naked and tangled in one another— Cassie's leg draped over Taylor's possessively as their sex pressed against the others— was like a siren call.

Macy followed in Cassie's footsteps, disrobing frantically and dropping her hair as she fell forward and crawled into the pile. She wrapped her arms under Taylor, her hand finding itself grabbing both boys' rods at once, making them gasp and moan, reflexively thrusting through her soft and lubed up palm and against one another.

She squeezed them together before letting go and grabbing Taylor by the waist, lifting him and turning him over on all fours. Cassie ended up underneath, reaching up and grabbing two fistfuls of pink hair and dragging Taylor down into a searing kiss, suckling on his lower lip until it bruised, lashing out with his tongue all the while.

Macy lined herself up with Taylor's tight, winking rosebud. He must've known she was staring because his little round ass swayed back and forth, taunting her.

Holding herself with one hand and holding him open with the other, she rubbed her tip along his ring, making him moan into Cassie's mouth. She was throbbing, almost in pain with how hard she was.

Enough was enough! She took the plunge, sinking her massive head into his pert ass. Taylor bucked, back arching as he pulled away from Cassie with a sharp pop, his lips bright red and flushed.

"Fuck!" He bellowed as she slowly pushed deeper and deeper, his insides attempting to clench around the weapon-of-ass-destruction that was Macy's fat hotrod. His inner walls were hot. He could feel every inch of her, each vein and wrinkle of skin along her length pressed tight on all sides. Byhim.

Then Cassie's fingers clamped around his nipples and his vision went white.

He mewled towards the ceiling, back arching and neck craning up as he sprayed his load over Cassie's thighs. The goth merely smirked, continuing his ministrations on the pinkette's nipples, twisting them slowly one way before switching and going back in the other direction, pinching and pulling lightly all the while.

"Oh hereallyliked that," Macy grinned, shuddering at the way Taylor tightened up even further as he climaxed, his ass gripping and clenching around her like a vice.

Cassie crawled out from under the other femboy, sliding between his arms in front of him with the practiced ease of someone who was familiar with working on cars, popping out and up. He grabbed either side of his head, mussing his hair before propping himself up into a kneeling position.

Meanwhile, Macy decided she'd spent long enough teasing. It was time she got started for real!

Which, of course, meant her hips started thrusting.

Taylor's mouth hung open, drool starting to sleep from the corner of his lips. His eyes twitched and crossed as his whole world became centered on the piping hot fuck rod currently rocking him forward with each piston thrust. Macy's pelvis made a loud smack each time it crashed into his ass. His ring squelched and flexed with every pound he took.

This was all with no hands. Macy was simply rolling her hips and letting her length do the rest. But she wantedmore. And more meant getting handsy.

Taylor whimpered in ecstasy when he felt her hands grab his waist, then he cried in pure delight when her thrusting began anew, thrice as hard this time. If what he was feeling before was a pounding, then what was happening now was nothing short of annihilation. His tummy bulged with her length, never quite flat with how long she was. Even when she pulled back, a little bump remained before it stretched with each stroke.

Taylor felt the fingers in his hair grab his head from behind his ears, dragging his head down slowly. Cassie's meager length was now once again in his face. Ever eager to please and lost in his lust, Taylor didn't even hesitate before he sucked not one but both of Cassie's testicles into his mouth.

Cassie moaned as the wet, hot cavern of Taylor's mouth encompassed his sack. He moaned when, with every thrust from behind, Taylor's entirety jolted, making him pull on Cassie's balls each time.

Taylor didn't so much as let Cassie's jewels pop out of his mouth as he did let them fall out, the slick wet nuts dragging down his chin before slapping him in the face when he was pushed forward by Macy's next few thrusts.

Guiding his tip to Taylor's mouth, Cassie but his lip when he entered, the immediate movement and heat hitting every bit of his dick. He twitched and groaned, putting one hand on the back of Taylor's head while the other remained behind his ear.

And now, with both his partners in position, Taylor was officially being spit roasted. Skewered to his absolute core from behind and from the front, filled with a far more manageable size in his mouth, being lapped and swirled by his tongue.

Cassie wasn't quite long enough to deepthroat. Bless his heart, he fought hard to try but it wasn't like he could suddenly grow another inch. Taylor made sure to reward his efforts still, sucking and allowing Macy's constant pounding to do the majority of the movement for him. Cassie did his own humping too, just managing to span the whole of Taylor's mouth and— when their thrusts synced up— just about hitting the back of his throat.

Macy worked him over like he'd disappear if she stopped. His ass remained relatively tight despite her efforts to resize his the keyword, as he was most definitely looser than normal now. The ease in which she was able to push in and out of him was proof of that.

Cassie was having a hard time focusing on the boy whose face he was stuffing with his meat or the bombshell across from him, railing the middle cart of their train like her very life depended on it. Her breasts swung and bounced hypnotically with every pump of her hips, drawing him in.

She noticed the goth's staring and grinned, leaning forward as she continued nailing Taylor. She winked at him and he swore under his breath.

For someone who complained every day about being pushed around, Taylor found that being used like a toy was doingeverythingfor him. Just thinking about how he probably looked right now made him moan and cum again, body twitching and spasming as he soiled his sheets.

His partners leaned over his body, cramming themselves deeper within either of his ends to meet in the middle. His back arched as they squeezed him until his flexibility reached its limit.

Macy left one hand on Taylor's waist, the other coming up to drag Cassie in by the chin. The goth out up no resistance, letting his lips be guided to hers, her tongue pushing forward and invading his mouth before their lips even fully met.

He moaned into her mouth, his whole body hot as he clenched and held onto his mounting orgasm. Even now, in the throes of passion, he remained petty enough to attempt outlasting her. Judging by the way she was panting between kisses, she was getting close.

He wouldn't be outdone! The hand behind Taylor's ear flew up and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing and groping roughly. She moaned throatily and he felt it vibrate across his tongue. He started sucking on her tongue, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

She was gonna lose it at this rate!

Taylor knew the tells of his lovers. He knew when they were getting close to their limits. Macy would speed up, shivering all the while. Cassie was the opposite, slowing down considerably and taking deep, calming breaths in an effort to tamp down his climax. The both of them holding out on him, trying to outmatch the other in stamina. He had become a part of their competition. And heloved it.

Still, it wasn't like he had no sway in things.

Macy pressed deep into both boys, her bitch breaker in one and her tongue in the other. She flexed her tongue, fighting Cassie's own and dominating his mouth. The goth was whimpering under her attack, buckling and clenching his thighs together. Just as well too! All the work he was doing on her boob was driving her crazy!

Both of them suddenly froze with a gasp, their cores clenching at the same time. Eyes wide and shoulders tense, they both went rigid trying in vain to hold on to the load in their balls. And it was all thanks to the pinkette linking them together.

From her end, Macy was fighting a valiant— yet ultimately futile— battle against Taylor's ass, which had suddenly started flexing and tightening as the boy worked his ring muscles as hard as he could.

Cassie was doing no better at the front, seeing as Taylor had managed to suck his balls in with his dick, and was now bobbing up and down on his whole package, lashing out with his tongue like a whip against his skin.

"F-fuck!" Macy tore her lips away from Cassie's, gripping Taylor's waist like a lifeline.

"T-Tay!" Cassie threw his head back, fingers clawing at the long tresses of pink hair.

Taylor doubled down on his own efforts to make his partners cum. A combination of them already hanging by a thread mixed with his intervention meant he wouldn't have to wait long to see the payoff of his actions.

Macy caved first. Letting out a cry straight from her throat, filling his guts with her powerful load. Her thick, cloying seed flooded him, filling him with a molten heat that had him going limp.

Cassie, upon seeing Macy finally lose it, let out a cry of relief and devolved into his own shuddering orgasm. Taylor yelped through a mouthful of dick, his eyes twitching and rolling back as the goth shot his seed down his throat.

Filled from both ends, Taylor could only slump into both of them, pleasure filling him— literally and figuratively— unable to move from his spot until they let him go. His body wracked with his third climax of the day. His body jerked as his tip leaked out the last of his spent balls.

"Fuck..." Macy winced as she pulled out, sore after the intensity that she had been going in with. Her cock was red and raw. Even after all the lube there was only a slight shine leftover, the rest lost to Taylor's anus.

Cassie popped free from Taylor's mouth, falling back and splaying out, huffing.

"Jesus, Tay... That was fuckin' crazy..."

Taylor, after losing the support of his partners, flopped down. He felt his own cum against his tummy and could only gurgle where he lay. His ass leaked cum with quiet 'plorts' and a smaller trail of semen dropped from his mouth.

"I think someone needs another shower," Macy giggled. Cassie poked Taylor's face to no effect.

"Yeah, I don't think he can manage on his own."

Macy stood, wobbling for a moment as she shook off her post-sex legs. "C'mon. It's up to us."

"Guh... Fine. Guess this is our fault."

They managed to get him into the bathroom and started the shower, cleaning him off. He laughed hoarsely when they scrubbed him, trailing their hands all over him. He still cringed when he felt the flood of Macy's cum leak down his leg.

With his hands deep in Taylor's massive mane of hair, Cassie spoke up. "So like, hella late, but what was that guy's name? The one from earlier that you said was some kinda fuckin' character or whatever?"

Macy rubbed her head. "It was like... William Something-or-other?"

Taylor, finally able to speak again, chimed in. "Stratocaster."

Macy snapped with a start, her wet hair flicking the boys with water. "That was it! William Stratocaster! The third!"

"Fourth." Taylor smiled, flicking a drop of water back at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, whatever."

Cassie blinked. Among all the things he'd heard today, at this moment only one stood out now.

"Dude's family is named after a guitar..."