Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Three

Anya sighed with deep fatigue as she stepped into the girl's shower. It had been a long day, and beating that foolish boy at the Try-outs- pushing herself to her very limit, while maintaining an air of effortlessly superiority- had truly taken it out of her.

She glanced around, and noted the showers were presently empty. Not that it mattered much, she supposed, but she enjoyed having some alone time. Some time to be...weak, without fear of judgement.

She stripped from her evening uniform, folding the purple and tan shirt, sweater, stockings and skirt neatly, leaving her in plain white underwear. She'd already showered and changed earlier after the try-outs, but they had been brief. Now she could truly relax and soak.

She felt the hot spray of water douse her, envigorating her tired, rough skin. It seemed likely that the introduction of a class of boys would indeed have a salutory effect on the rest of the gym club. Although no boys had made it in, she supposed that their natural aptitudes would not be wasted for long, especially with Mrs Fenks's obvious interest in them.

Using her special medicated shampoo, Anya felt herself growing sensitive under the heart, her tough exterior cracking as she massaged her short, unkempt red hair. The...performance enhancers she had been using under Mrs Fenk's supervisions had had a number of unexpected side effects, but she was confident it was manageable.

Everyone at the top levels was doing it, after all. Why should she not do the same?

Once her hair was clean, she began to apply body-wash to her skin. It worked wonders, as she felt herself untensing, her hard masculine exterior becoming softer, more feminine. She felt her heart beating, every touch on her sensitive skin beginning to warm her, excite her.

She closed her eyes and began her usual fantasy, of a lesbian orgy with the Gym club. But something was not quite right...though relaxed, her thoughts kept wandering.

She grimaced, pushing away flashes of that cocky smile, that unfazeable smile. Damn that Malchik! Even here he still bothered her.

She pushed on through the distractions, forcing herself to focus, her manicured fingers delving into her rough, shaven sex. Her labia were puffy and very, very sensitive, and she could feel her clit beginning to become swollen. All as expected, of course, and not unpleasurable.

Gasping, the athelete delved deeper, determined to drive away the lingering bad thoughts and all her fatigue with a hard, quick jilling session. But though she could feel herself rising, her sex quivering, real orgasm eluded her. Something was off...

She frowned, and conjured the most lustful images she could think of. Patricia Masterson spreading herself for all to see in a class-room. Mrs Fenk and the Headmistress making out....

Rex unzipping his tight sports-shorts...

She moaned in spite of herself. Damn that boy! Well, if it helped, noone had to know...

She grudgingly allowed herself to imagine that boy. Dominating him. Grinding his cock beneath her boots. Slamming him against the school lockers. Teaching him his true place in this school.

"Ah...almost..." she whimpered, three fingers deep in her wet slit. She needed more though. It was...just out of reach.

A strange idea occurred to her. She moved her other hand away from her taut, muscular chest and began caressing her well toned ass. She shivered. This was...working. Her ass...she imagined Rex pounding her ass....her tight, boyish ass...

Before she know it she was fingering her anus, tentatively at first, but the slickness from the shower helped ease her way in. This shouldn't work. Girls didnt feel pleasure from their anus. Did they?

She had no time to think. Within seconds she finally tipped over the edge, her legs shuddering as a full body orgasm ripped through her.

"Ah...Rex...you...bitch..." she groaned to herself. The image of him dominating her, using her as a boytoy...the perverse, alien image lingered in her mind, even as her afterglow began to fade.

She was troubled by these thoughts. She would have to speak to Mrs Fenk. Maybe it was the performance enhancers? They certainly seemed to be affecting her sensitivity in strange ways.

No. Nobody needed to know this. She would find some other way to reassert herself. Tomorrow was the Sports try-out, after all. She grinned. She would show that stupid boy. She was strong inside and out.

As Anya towelled herself off, she noted that things seemed...different somehow.  Maybe it was a trick of the light, but she could swear she seemed...lighter, somehow. Maybe she'd lost weight? Her skin felt smooth and delicate to the touch, too.

She shrugged, donned her casual outfit, and headed back to her rooms. It was a little weird, sure, but what was so bad about this? She shook her head. And people thought performance enhancers would ruin your life.

It was a long time after curfew by the time she made it back to bed, but such rules were very flexible for her.

Jus as she was getting into her nightwear- grateful that she didn't have to share a dorm space with rowdy boys, or indeed, anyone- privileges of rank, naturally-  she realised that she hadn't checked her phone in a while.

As the Acting Prefect for the boys, she was supposed to be on Curfew duty, after all.

Flicking through, Anya quickly noticed there were a number of missed messages and calls from Patricia.

She sighed. Prefect stuff, probably. Maybe that damn Malchik trying his luck again. Whatever. It could wait. She was done for the day.

Even if Patricia yelled at her in the morning.  That bitch was way too uptight. She'd lay her herself, but...well, it would take a miracle to defrost that ice queen.

She switched her phone off, ignoring the messages. Sleep beckoned.

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Rex felt his lungs burning and his muscles aching. Running again so soon after he had strained himself was a bad idea. But he had a hunch, and he wasn't one to let ideas stew and simmer. Action now, always, was his motto. And If he didn't take action on this, getting action was going to continue to be a real pain.

Somehow he had managed to give Anya the slip. Maybe it was her off-night, or something. But he had a creeping feeling that his absence had been noted, and someone else was surely coming to drag him back to dorms for violating curfew.

Whatever, he thought. If he was right about this, they couldn't do a damn thing to him.

The main Gym Hall was closed, locked tight for the night, security lights glowing dimly. The security cameras were old, and didn't even seem to move. No doubt this place's security had grown lax, he thought overconfidently. An all-female student body was probably quite easy to manage, especially on an Island.

He rattled the lock, just in case, but it seemed shut fast. He decided to make a complete circuit of the building, looking up at its high, shuttered windows, and feeling around for a side entrance.

To his suprise, there was a basement entrance hidden by some old bushes, and, even more suprising, it seemed to have been left ajar. A bright light beamed from within.

Curious, he crept slowly closer,hearing the soft murmur of voices.

Peering round the door, he almost yelled in surprise.

There, kneeling on an old gym mattress surrounded by sports equipment, was Dr Yamaki, fucking Mrs Fenk from behind. Her naked body was almost impressive, vaguely woman-shaped but bulked to the max. Her distended clit was almost as big as a penis, and Yamaki's hand caressed it in time with his own thrusts, slamming deep into her well rounded ass.

Rex felt his eyes bulge out of his head at the sight. The woman moaned, her voice almost masculine as it delved into deep octaves.

Yet, he found the sight mesmerising.

Mrs Fenks's breasts seemed to jiggle unnaturally, and they seemed far too firm for the mass of muscle in the chest behind them. Evidently she'd had a boob job at some point.

Yamaki grunted with effort, his slim and aged body surprisingly energetic and spry. As he fucked her, he gripped on to her hair tightly, causing her to moan louder.

"Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes! I haven't felt a dick this good in yeaaaars..."

"Be quiet. Someone might hear us." He intoned. Despite being balls deep in her wet snatch, his voice was still clinical, though strained.

Evidently his work aroused more passion in the man than...this.

Rex supposed he couldn't entirely blame the man, though why he was doing it in the first place...

Forcing his eyes away from the spectacle, he noted that there was a large supply of water dispensers here, as well as a further, closed door just beyond the "couple". He guessed it led to the water-supply for the gym showers, and probably the swimming pool too. He hadn't seen much of the pool yet. Evidently the try-outs for that would be held in the Spring Semester.

Rex couldn't see a way to approach further without alerting them to his presence, and anyway the water works were just a hunch of his. Still, he could come back later, he supposed, and try to investigate when no one was around.

Reluctantly, he turned to go, when he heard a loud rustling. Someone was heading towards him at great speed, their school shoes slamming the ground hard.

"What was that? Someone's coming!"

"I am!" moaned Mrs Fenk, squirting heavily from her engorged pussy, her moans attracting a gasp.

Rex quickly made himself scarce. Let another student take the rap for disturbing these two....

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Patricia stood, dumbfounded, illuminated harshly by a bright security light. Her eyes watered as she adjusted to the sight, and saw Yamaki and Fenk caught very much en flagrante.

"What are you doing here, Masterson?" Yamaki said harshly, withdrawing his still erect member from Fenk's wet asshole.

She found her eyes watering, unable to blink, drinking in every awful detail of this tableau.

"Patricia? Are you alright dear? You look like you're about to scream..."

She opened her mouth- only to find Yamaki's hand clamped over it, his naked, lithe body having covered the distance in suprising speed.

She looked up at him with sheer terror.

"I don't know why you are here, but I truly wish you hadn't found...us..." he said with a regretful sigh.

"Whats the matter? Patricia, you won't tell anyone will you, darling?" Fenk said, reluctantly getting to her feet, her fem-cum still dripping along her thighs.

Patricia shook her head, petrified.

Yamaki sighed. "There's no telling how much she saw or heard. And I rather think you know Miss Masterson here isn't the type to..let things slide."

Fenk's expression hardened. "You are right, unfortunately. Little Miss School Rules here is probably Old Rosebush's pet. You'd squeal on us, wouldnt you?"

She too came forward, and helped Yamaki drag the squirming, protesting Head Girl inside.

They closed the door this time, and as it locked behind them, Patricia found herself facing two very angry, very suspicious people.

"What are you going to do? I'll...I'll promise not to tell, really..."

Yamaki shook his head. "I'm afraid we can't trust that..."

"Girl does have a point though, squealer though she is. What are we gonna do?" Fenk asked, a note of panic in her voice.

"Not to worry. I do have a plan for such...contingencies. But I trust your silence about it will be assured?"

Fenk looked at him with new eyes, suddenly uneasy around this cold, methodical man.

"You know as well as I do that if this girl tattles, both our careers are over. Worse, you have far more to lose than I if there is an Investigation..." he reminded her.

Fenk's reluctance faded again. "Ok, fine. What do you have in mind for the little bitch?"

"Please...just let me go..."

"Quiet." Yamaki said irritably. "Here is what we're going to do...."