Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Seven

The second and third weeks of the semester seemed to flow by, an autumnal blur marked by few milestones. After the gruelling and tense first week, the girls seemed by and large to be opening up to the idea of the boys, and some of the strictness that was imposed on them began to be relaxed.

Slowly, more of the boys began to approach or be approached by the girls, in the Library, on the Sports Field, or simply around the campus in between lessons or during the brief "free period" windows in the evening and at lunch.

As they adjusted to the well-worn routine of school life, both Rex and Rowan found themselves surprised by how quickly they'd managed to enter into nebulous relationships with girls, who coincidentally were the only two girls charged with asserting direct authority over all the boys as Prefects.

Naturally, things began to slacken pretty quickly, with even the Head Girl increasingly absent and reclusive. Gossip flowed through the school about how she had contracted some kind of illness, or had begun receiving private tutorship as a singer, or any number of half-baked theories.

For his part, Rex found himself simply drifting. His original fire was somewhat dampened. He had somehow believed he could regain the quasi-harem he had enjoyed in his past school as a Sports jock, or failing that that he could find some burning purpose in exposing the Gym Club's juicing habits, or something.

But he found himself contemplating the complexities of women, as Anya continued to do everything in her power to show him up in public, while privately seeming to offer some sort of sexual relationship. It was driving him crazy.

Finally, as the third week drew to a close, he snapped. "I've had it with this hot-cold! Dames, man." he strode off, determined to get Anya's attention. They needed to talk.

"Oh hey, Rex. You looking for Anya?" Rebecca was sitting on the low wall outside the Boy's Dorm. She'd cut her hair short, into a rather fetching pixie cut. Ever since Rowan had started dating her, both Rex and Rowan had found it remarkably easy to come and go from the dorms whenever they pleased, more or less.

"Yeah. You waiting for Row? He'll be down in a bit I'm sure." Rex said absently. "Listen, not that I'm complaining about a good thing but, any word about Masterson? I felt sure she was gonna personally make our lives a living hell."

Bec shrugged. "Haven't heard anything. She shows up in her senior classes, and talks to Jimena, but I haven't seen her in any of the Clubs or Prefect meetings in about two weeks. I saw her at the Nurse's Office though." She admitted.

"Nurse's Office? Still dealing with that throat infection?"

"No, its cleared up." she said, though her voice still sounded odd to his ear. "Seems like a lot of girls came down with it. Nurse Romana's been helping out, but I guess maybe Patricia's still battling it or something."

"Well I can't chat long. I have business with Anya."

"Sure, I just texted her. She's over at the Swimming Pool. Might finally open it. Been issues with the water filtration or something."

Something about that tickled the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite pin what it was. Still, he was fired up with resolve, and he left with a brief goodbye. Rebecca didn't seem to mind. Weird kid, but she seemed happy with Rowan around.

He checked his phone. Nearly nine in the evening. She really shouldn't still be working at the pool. He wondered if something had happened. He remembered Yamaki and Fenk's tryst two weeks ago. Hadn't they been hanging around in the basement underneath the pool and Sports Hall?

He rushed over, taking his usual well-worn path from bush to bush. Most of the cameras were dead, but he'd learned there were some live-spots, and that the teachers and staff did randomly keep an eye out for curfew-breakers, just in case.

But, provided he was alone and sneaky about it, it was generally easy enough to do.

"Anya? Anya, you in here?" he whispered, forcing open the door. It was partly locked on a chain, but he could see a dim light on. The pool had been fully filled, blue-tinged water rippling gently under the security lights. Perhaps this weekend there would be the first Swimming Lessons, or maybe Tryouts.

He grinned at that. Another opportunity for Anya and he to publicly compete...and perhaps, for some private fun. No. He shook his head, that was what he was here about. He needed some clarity. Were they dating or what? He didn't mind if she felt she had to seem strong in public or whatever, but he didn't like the idea of being on the "downlow" with her.

"Anya. It's Rex. You about?"

There was a noise like a moan from the changing rooms. He ran over there, alarmed. Had she been injured? He raced silently along the pool's edge, taking care not to slip.

He skidded, as he came in to the changing room, and saw Anya among the Locker Rooms. What he saw suprised him greatly.

"Anya..." he breathed.

"Rex? Ah...wait...so soon?" She blinked, blushing furiously. She was sat, legs splayed, on a towel on one of the benches, still in her one-piece swimsuit. Her fingers were slick with her juices, stuck into her engorged, puffy vagina, her clit throbbing furiously.

"Wait...what time is it?"

"Its past nine. How long have you been here?"

"Nine? Oh..." she seemed startled.

"Are you ok? You look like you were pretty out of it." he said with a smirk. "And is that the first time you've called me by my name?"

She looked at her hands, and herself, and Rex, and sighed. "Ah, I'm sorry...this is...not what I intended, really. I am not...I am not a slut..." she moaned. "Damn you, Malchik! Why are you here anyway?" She reluctantly removed her fingers from her aching slit, unselfconsciously readjusting her swim-wear. She seemed to be drenched in sweat, and her nipples were poking hard against the outfit.

He had to admit, he rather liked the look of it on her. She no longer seemed quite so...beefy. Almost as if she had streamlined herself, become more of a swimmer-build to match the new outfit. She was slimmer, he realised, and more feminine than before. He began to worry about what sort of stuff she was taking.

"Anya, I wanted to talk." he began. "Is this a good place? Any teachers around?" he whispered.

She reddened. "I...I've been here for two hours. Noone has been around." she admitted, shamefacedly. "I guess I got lost..."

"Wow. I didn't think you were such a horny soul, Red." he grinned. "But it's about that I wanted to talk. I mean, are we dating? Do you want to date? You give me crap in the hallways and on the field, but in the showers or the changing rooms..." he grinned. "Look, I get it. I'm lowly fresher meat, and you're this big Gym Captain or whatever. But I'd at least like to know what you think of me in private, OK?"

She seemed a little distracted as he spoke, her eyes dilated, staring off into space. Her hand seemed to be twitching, and her legs were quivering.

"You ok?"

"Da...I'm sorry...go on..."

"No, Anya. If there's something up, I wanna know." he said firmly. "Mood swings? body changes? What kind of stuff are you and the girls taking? I appreciate the need for an edge, but this doesn't seem like the performance enhancers I know."

"I...I can't cum anymore!" she burst out, staring at him furiously. "I've been playing with my pussy for two hours. All sensitivity is gone. I don't know if this is the...the drugs. But my pussy is...is dead." She said with sudden passion.

He looked at her with alarm. "Anya...are you sure? I mean...thats pretty serious."

"Yes! I'm sure, you...you stupid..." she mumbled a few curses in Russian. "Ever since you've been around, things have been changing. I am in charge, got it Malchik? Always. I lead in everything. I am not only best in the Gym, I am the one they look up to. I have had many girls. But you...you..." she seethed. "You drive me crazy!"

"Hey, that's not fair! I didn't ask you to give me a handy in the showers." he shot back. "And come on, don't you think its a little unfair? You got all the edge, all the girls, and we get our ass handed to us in the tryouts? Don't pretend like that was a fair contest or anything."

"This isn't about the tryouts, you stupid...stupid boy." she said. "My body is...my body is betraying me. Not just the drugs! You are messing up my head." she said angrily, pushing into his personal space, her finger jabbing at him. "I know the side effects. I know what I'm doing. The Nurse can fix that problem. But they shouldn't...they can't..." she snarled. "I'm gay! You stupid boy. I eat pussy. I don't..." she sighed. "I shouldn't..."

"Hey, whoah, slow down." he said, and sat down beside her as she slumped, wearily, back onto the bench.

"I keep wanting you to fuck me, Kurwa. I can't get your stupid dick out of my head. I want you to bend me over and fill me with your stupid cock!" she demanded, grabbing hold of him suddenly.

"Whoa! That's some crazy hormones talking..."

"Its not fucking hormones! I haven't had a proper orgasm in a week! I haven't taken any of the drugs since the start of the school year, either! You've...you've cursed me, or something. Well, lift the damn curse! I'm Anya Saltykov, the Gym Captain! Not some simpering, cock-hungry little boy!"

"Uhm...don't you mean little girl-"

"I know what I mean!" She snarled, and she angrily pulled down his school pants, exposing his boxers.

"Hey now! This is a bit too crazy, Red-"

"Shut up and fuck me already, you idiot boy!"

She turned around, bending over the bench. "Put it in my ass. I need to cum. That's the only thing left to try."

"Are you sure-"

"Rex. Malchik. Idiot boy. I am begging you to fuck my ass and you are hesitating?"

He frowned. Well, when she put it like that....

"Fuck it. Crazy Russian." he pulled her swimsuit aside, exposing her tight, tight ass.

"You got any lube?"

"Use your damn saliva or something! I can take it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now fuck me." She moaned.

He shrugged. In for a penny...

He pulled his boxers all the way down, and with a quick spit and shake, began to jerk himself fully erect. All the while she was bent over, still trying to finger her aching pussy and moaning desperately.

"I haven't got all day..."

"Okay, fine, you damn needy bitch..." he muttered.

Lubing himself up as best he could with his slick hand, he began rubbing his erect cock between her well-rounded and hairless butt-cheeks, watching as her tight hole quivered in anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, he gently began circling the tip of his member around her entrance, watching as she moaned and twitched. "Stop messing around! Just jam it in!" she yelled.

"Your funeral.." he said, before gripping her ass firmly, and slowly but surely forcing the tip inside her painfully tight anus. "Oh...fuck...fuck...Ohooiat...Ebanatyi Pidaraz..." she trailed off into swearing loudly and profusely in her native tongue, as she gripped the bench tightly for support.

"I thought you said you could take i-"

"Shut the fuck up, Khuya! More, more!" she demanded, and he kept thrusting. It was incredibly tight, painful as anything for him.

 "Aaagh...don't know if I can go any deeper...." he grimaced. "Gonna be...aah...hard to pull out..."

She sobbed and cursed, swearing fiercely, her whole body shaking underneath him as he managed to pull free, her gaping asshole winking at him. This was a bad idea, he knew.

"If you don't make me cum right here right now, I will fucking throw your cock to the dogs!" she spat venomously.

"God damnit, you are one crazy bitch." Rex snapped. "You want an ass-pounding? By god I'll give you an ass pounding, Stupid Russian gym-slut..." he cursed furiously. He was tired of her always flip-flopping on him. He wasn't a dildo or some kinda toy she could just order around.

He gripped her ass-cheeks and spread them as wide as he could, and he plunged himself deep inside her.

She yelled out, almost screaming, her voice cracked and deep, as he fucked her. "That all you got?" she rasped.

He sped up, making short, shallow, fast thrusts that left her ass sore and throbbing. He began to slap her ass-cheeks as they bounced, and she moaned appreciatively. She really was getting off on all this, he marvelled.

Her clit was rubbing hard against the towel underneath. He held her tight as she began, incredibly, to buck her hips, backing into his forceful forward slams, riding his cock with her ass. "You're insane!" he said, almost laughing.

The feeling on his cock was incredible. He felt himself rising very quickly. Her tight ass was starting to milk him faster than any snatch or fleshlight.

"Yes! Ah! Fuck your little boy-slut! Do it! Do it nooow!" she moaned desperately. He had no time to think about that however, as he could feel she was orgasming, her whole lower body vibrating with violent force, her anus twitching around his cock.

"Oh shit...aaah.." he pulled out quickly, just in time to watch as his cock started to spurt all over her ass, dribbling thick semen between her ass-crack.

"Hnngh...god...that was...intense..." he panted. She was drooling, and the towel underneath her was spattered in thick cum. Her clit seemed even larger now, and her pussy a wet mess.

"You ok?" he leaned over, and she weakly pushed herself up on her hands, chafed from gripping the bench so hard.

"Not...bad...Malchik..." she managed a weak smile. "Maybe...maybe this is not so bad."

"God damn." he breathed, and sat down beside her. "Next time you want to fuck, let's...let's do it someplace a little more comfortable."

"Gladly." she said, in an almost dreamy sigh.

He sat there for a while beside her, watching over her, as she recovered. He stroked her short, unkempt red hair idly. "Crazy Russian..." he muttered again. He still didn't really know what was going on between them, or what what was going on inside of her, but hey, if he was getting this kind of sex out of it, should he really be complaining?

Still, he did owe it to her to figure out the drug situation. Tomorrow he would go see Nurse Romana, and find out what he could.

For now though...

"Hey, Red, don't fall asleep on me now...shit...I am not carrying you back to the dorms..." he groaned.

It was going to be a long night.