The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The sun rested comfortably on the horizon as the new BMW pulled into the parking lot of Freemont Catholic High. Behind the wheel sat middle-aged Rachelle Kennedy, devoted wife and proud mother of seven beautiful, successful children . . . when she wasn’t being an arrogant bitch.

Rachelle maneuvered recklessly into an empty space closest to the school’s entrance. She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned off the engine, but not before taking a brief moment to glance at the clock—it was 6:21. She was almost half an hour late.

“Awe shoot,” she said with a pout.

Rachelle quickly hopped out of the vehicle and straightened her dress. No one could deny the major-league MILF-iness of this woman. Rachelle had ruby-red hair that flowed beautifully down to her neck and large (albeit fake) breasts. The symmetry of her face was astonishing. Combined with her fair complexion and impeccable skin, Rachelle could easily claim herself to be no older than twenty-six, which she often did despite the fact that she would soon be turning forty. The pretending made her feel better about herself; she was shallow, of that she had no doubt, but she really didn’t care. Admittedly, her attitude had cost her some friends in the past, of which she did not have many—almost none, in fact—but Rachelle was convinced it was only because she was far better than they were. All of this was perfectly fine with her, she had decided. After all, how would she ever get ahead in life if she spent all her time socializing with every local indigent she knew from her childhood.

“Hey! Lady! I said move yer car!”

Rachelle looked up from her compact mirror, which she had been using to fix her appearance, and saw a man hanging his head out the side of a large, handicap accessible van that sat idling in the parking lot just a few cars down next to the bronze horse sculpture—an effigy of the FCHS Mustangs’ mascot.

“I’m sorry?” Rachelle asked the man.

“You’re in our spot,” the man yelled, “You need to move the damn car!”

That’s when Rachelle looked down and saw the blue marking on the asphalt surrounding her BMW; she was parked in a handicap spot.

“It’s okay,” Rachelle replied, “I’ll only be a few minutes. Thanks!”

She could barely hear the man cursing at her as she quickly walked hastily toward the main entrance. Once inside, Rachelle hesitated. She wasn’t very familiar with the layout of Freemont Catholic High. This was only the second phone call Rachelle had ever received from the school—and first one from a vice principal—regarding her child’s behavior. Apparently, her daughter Claire was involved in some sort of argument with a group of cheerleaders shortly after classes were dismissed for the day, and although she couldn’t understand what her darling Claire could have done to warrant it, the new Vice Principal had decided to hold Claire after school until Rachelle was available to discuss the incident.

It took her a few more minutes, but she finally found a sign labeled Main Office, and walked inside. Sitting at the front desk was an older man, probably in his mid-50s, looking rather flushed. He was dressed in an expensive looking shirt and tie, and on his face he wore a carefully groomed goatee. Other than the obvious redness saturating his complexion, the man seemed quite distinguished.

“May I . . . ahem . . . h-help you?” the important-looking man asked.

Rachelle found it amusing that a man so well-dressed and handsome would be working as a high school secretary.

“I’m Rachelle Kennedy. I’m here to speak with Ms. Gloria and to pick up my daughter.”

“Of course, Mrs. Kennedy,” the man replied, “they’re . . . all in . . . Mrs. Gloria’s office just over there.”

Rachelle gave the man an odd look.

“Forgive me,” the man said, “I’m just feeling a bit under the weather today.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you,” Rachelle paused, “Wait, how many people am I meeting with?”

“Just you’re daughter, husband, and Mrs. Gloria-ah ahh . . .” the man froze with an odd expression and gripped the edge of his desk. After a couple seconds he looked back at Rachelle as if suddenly realizing she was still there. He quickly feigned a sneeze and then continued speaking. “I apologize about that. Bad allergies this time of year. Anyway, it should just be the three of them. Have a nice day.”

Rachelle just nodded politely and made her way to the vice principal’s office. What an unusual man, Rachelle thought, and why is my husband here? Up until now, Rachelle was under the impression that she would only be meeting with Claire and the Vice Principal.

From the front desk, former Vice Principal Pritchet let out a loud moan as soon as the attractive red-headed woman entered his old office. Had the woman come any closer, she might have seen that other than his fancy shirt and tie, the new male secretary was completely naked. Not only that, she might also have noticed the blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap.

“Oh . . . God,” cried Mr. Pritchet as he came.

For almost a minute, the man pumped rope after rope of cum into the young girl’s mouth, until finally, feeling absolutely consumed with fatigue, he collapsed feebly into his chair. It was the eighteenth time he had cum in the past three hours . . . and it was just as copious as the first, if not more so. He looked down at the cheerleader under the desk.

“Tess, I’m so sorry,” Mr. Pritchet pleaded, “Really, I am. I just can’t . . . stop . . .”

Tess looked up and gave the man a weary look; she was a mess. Several hours of sucking dick and gagging had left her face smeared with a mixture of tears, spittle, and what was left of her eyeliner. She felt the cock throb endlessly in her mouth, each time spitting more of the man’s cum onto her tongue. Near the end of his orgasm, as the frequency of spurts decreased, Tess would let the cum rest on her tongue just a little longer . . . letting it fill her mouth before she inevitably swallowed.

Tess finished milking the throbbing cock of her former Vice Principal, and then slid the cock out of her throat before resting her face lazily against the man’s thigh. She was simply too tired to care that the old man’s balls and cock were less than an inch away from her face, forcing her to breathe in the musk that had built up after three hours of dick-sucking.

Mr. Pritchet felt no less exhausted. He could hardly move, and instead just sat staring at the half-conscious student in his lap. Unfortunately, the interlude only lasted about fifteen seconds before he felt a familiar urge in his balls. Looking down, Mr. Pritchet saw that his dick was once again impossibly erect, throbbing urgently and demanding immediate release.

“I’m so sorry, Tess,” he repeated, “I have to . . . I’m so sorry . . .”

All he could do was apologize as he grabbed Tess’s hair with one hand, gripped his dick with the other, and then pressed the stone-like member between her willing, yet debilitated lips.

Tess was too spent to even acknowledge Mr. Pritchet’s hands when she felt them grip the side of her head and pull her forward. She felt his dick move past her lips, and then over her tongue. Tess had long ago realized that, for some reason, her mouth was having no difficulty producing an abundance of saliva. In fact, it flowed freely from her lips if she didn’t swallow, which she was much too tired to do at this point. Tess felt the man’s balls slowly press against her chin and bottom lip—she knew this meant he was now all the way inside. Tess waited patiently, mentally preparing herself for the impending face-fuck.

Meanwhile, in Ms. Gloria’s office, Rachelle was busy introducing herself to the newly appointed Vice Principal Gloria.

“Hello, Mrs. Kennedy,” said the Vice Principal, holding out her hand to greet Rachelle, “My name is Vanagloria, but you can call me Ms. Gloria.”

Facing the door was a large wooden desk; behind it sat the tall woman who Rachelle assumed must be the new Vice Principal Gloria. In front of the desk were three chairs. The leftmost chair was occupied by her daughter, Claire; the middle chair was vacant; and in the chair to her right sat her husband, Charles. Rachelle couldn’t help but be a little startled by the woman’s attire—she even felt hesitant to shake the woman’s hand. But then again, given the situation, a little ass-kissing wouldn’t hurt.

“Hi! Please, call me Rachelle,” she said enthusiastically, “I’m so glad to finally meet you.”

“Why thank you, Rachelle,” replied Ms. Gloria, “I only wish it were under better circumstances.”

“Yes, I agree,” Rachelle said, giving a stern look to her daughter, Claire.

Claire sat unmoving with a wide-eyed expression of terror. Of course, her mother just assumed it was her that Claire was afraid of, but that was only because she didn’t pick up on the unspoken signals that Claire was desperately trying to send with her eyes. It was only one message actually . . . Run. Claire had done the same thing when her father entered the room, but he didn’t get the message either. Now both of them sat frozen in their chairs, awaiting instructions. To her shame, they had already had a little “fun” before her mother had arrived—at least that’s what Ms. Gloria had called it. Somehow, Ms. Gloria had an odd talent for making people see things the way she wanted them to. Claire, for example, couldn’t help but remember it as “fun” when her dad squeezed that second vibrator into her ass just a few minutes ago. She could still feel them in there, stretching her asshole. Fortunately, they were both switched off for now.

Ms. Gloria had been using them—Claire and her father—to amuse herself for the past half an hour while they waited on Claire’s mother. The woman seemed to particularly enjoy toying with Claire’s dad, Charles. She made him do things . . . bizarre things. In all fairness, it did feel pretty good—especially after Ms. Gloria told her dad that he should apply the anal lube with his tongue. Claire had to admit she was a little dubious to know what Ms. Gloria had in store for her mother.

“Rachelle, please have a seat,” Ms. Gloria motioned to the middle chair.

Rachelle took her place between her daughter and husband.

“Now, let’s get started,” began Ms. Gloria, “I’m looking at Claire’s file here and I see that she has six brothers and sisters, two of whom also attend Freemont Catholic?”

“Yes, that’s true,” replied Rachelle, “her older brother Lance will be graduating this year.”

Rachelle assumed Ms. Gloria was just trying to build a raport, but didn’t see what any of this had to do with Claire’s behavior.

“That’s lovely,” said Ms. Gloria, “I actually had the opportunity to meet Lance just this morning.”

“Oh really? That’s great!” Rachelle exclaimed, “He’s such a wonderful kid.”

“Well, I would say he is more of a horn-dog,” said Ms. Gloria, “but yes, he is wonderful.”

Rachelle didn’t quite know how to respond to the comment. It was certainly in poor taste. On the other hand, Rachelle thought, the Vice Principal was only here because of Rachelle’s daughter, Claire. The last thing Rachelle needed was to make things worse by overreacting to a crude joke . . . even if it was inappropriate.

Rachelle laughed, “Yes I suppose you’re right. Hormones, you know?”

“Well,” Ms. Gloria continued, “with a family as large as yours, I’m sure you know all about hormones.”

“Hah!” Rachelle laughed again, even though she was unsure what the woman meant. “You’re certainly right about that.”

“No, I mean it!” Ms. Gloria insisted. “You two must be part rabbit or something—a couple of real fuck-bunnies.”

“Well, yeah we do like to fuck,” agreed Rachelle. For a brief moment, Rachelle wondered why she would say such a thing in front of a woman she had just met, but the thought quickly vanished. “It doesn’t help that Charles here doesn’t like to use condoms!” Rachelle blurted out with a laugh. What the hell?, she thought. She definitely did not mean to mention that last part, and for some reason she couldn’t stop laughing. “Plus . . .” Rachelle’s eyes went wide as she realized what she was about to say, but she couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of her mouth, “. . . I’m not very fond of anal.“

Claire’s jaw fell open. Watching her compulsively uptight mother openly discuss butt sex should have made Claire feel (at the very least) uncomfortable, but it was doing just the opposite; it was turning her on. For some reason, Claire couldn’t help but imagine what the look on her mother’s face would be like if Ms. Gloria suggested that she sodomize herself . . . or maybe something even more dirty, perhaps that her mother should offer her anal virginity to this year’s valedictorian or something. No, actually that wouldn’t work. The school had already announced that this year’s valedictorian was going to be Joanna—a girl who her brother Lance had dated rather briefly. Claire thought about all that she had witnessed this afternoon—not just with her mother, but also with her father, and with those cheerleaders—and she considered the absolute power that Ms. Gloria seemed to possess; she was like a god or something. Claire was pretty sure that giving Joanna the ability to screw her mother—

Don’t you mean “butt-fuck”?

Right . . . Claire was pretty sure that giving Joanna the ability to butt-fuck her mother was something Ms. Gloria was easily capable of doing. Hell, if Ms. Gloria even hinted to Claire’s mother that it might be fun for her to fuck the entire graduating class, Claire had no doubt in her mind that that is exactly what her mother would do. Yea, Rachelle would be right there next to the stage on graduation day, completely naked, eagerly bent over and spreading her cheeks so that each student, after receiving a diploma, could have a picture taken while he or she butt-fucked Claire’s mom with a magically enhanced cock.

Claire was so distracted by the details of the hypothetical scenario that she almost failed to realize just how horny the idea was making her. She immediately made an effort to steer her thoughts toward a less debauch topic but, much to her embarrassment, Claire found the task harder than she expected. It also occurred to her that between her and her parents, Claire probably wasn’t the only one with her mind trapped in the gutter. Claire’s mother also appeared to be returning from a very pleasurable, albeit deeply disturbing sexual fantasy—as evidenced by the bright redness now spreading across Rachelle’s cheeks. No, it wasn’t red—was it? Claire stared at the rosy hue that appeared to sprout from her mother’s neck and face. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the color on her mother’s face seemed a bit off . . . and then she realized what it was. What she thought was blush spreading across her mother’s skin wasn’t blush at all; it was fur, pink fur.

“Well that’s too bad,” said Ms. Gloria. Her voice had a strange way of grabbing their attention.

“I’m sorry,” Rachelle apologized, “I was miles away; could you repeat that?”

“I said that it’s too bad that you don’t enjoy anal,” she replied, “Because Charles here just loves anal. Isn’t that right, Charles?“

The man looked up at the two women, and then to his daughter who stared back at him. The look on her face reflected his; both of them knew what the woman meant—she was referring to the moment of ass-play Claire and he had shared shortly before his wife walked in. Charles looked back to his wife, and then to the Vice Principal . . . and he nodded.

“Um . . . Okay, honey” Rachelle said in shock, “Thank you for sharing that with our daughter and the Vice Prin—” Rachelle stopped short when she looked at her husband. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time. He was the sexiest creature she had ever laid her eyes on and Rachelle couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him—there was something about him that she had never noticed before. He was just so cute with his bunny-ears and blue fur, or maybe it was the whiskers and adorable bunny-nose—she wasn’t sure.

“You know, I’ve never seen a fuck bunny wearing a business suit before,” Ms. Gloria said, “Don’t you think Charles looks silly in his business suit, Rachelle?”

“Oh yeah . . .” Rachelle breathed.

“Charles,” continued Ms. Gloria, “would you please remove those ridiculous clothes? I won’t stand for anything as ridiculous as a clothed fuck bunny in my office, thank you.”

Charles wore a confused look on his face. He reached a paw up to one of his ears, felt it out, and began to realize what had happened. He quickly looked down at his hands—no, his paws—and his eyes widened in surprise. Slowly, somehow he managed to compose himself, and that’s when he started to unbutton his shirt.

Rachelle’s mouth practically watered as she watched her new fuck-bunny-husband begin to undress. First, he removed his button-down to reveal a very athletic torso. His pectorals were not large but were well-defined, and Charles’s beer gut had been replaced with an impressive six-pack of abs. He moved his hands down to his pants, undid the buckle, button, and zipper, and hooked his thumbs under the slacks. Charles stopped and glanced around the room nervously, but then he lifted his hips, pushed his pants down to his ankles, and finally kicked them off.

Rachelle couldn’t stop her paws from giving her breasts a good squeeze while she enjoyed the show. Charles had turned around to place his jeans into a pile, along with his shirt and shoes, and he gave everyone a clear view of the fluffy blue-and-white tail that stuck out just above his vastly improved buttocks, which Rachelle couldn’t take her eyes off; it was now the most gorgeous ass Rachelle had ever seen—which was certainly not something she could have said before today. She even loved the way it was covered in a thin layer of blue fur. Charles had rarely exercised—he always had more of a portly, sluggish body-type, which Rachelle didn’t mind . . . but now he looked completely different! His thighs were muscular and meaty; his cock—which, other than having a furry sheathe, was still mostly human—hung at least six or seven inches lower than it did before. When Charles sat back down, his cock rested comfortably on his larger-than-average testicles, which looked as if they had grown multiple times larger since Rachelle had last seen them.

“Rachelle?”

Rachelle realized Ms. Gloria had been calling her name for a while now. “Yes?” she answered.

“Would you please remove your clothes as well?” she asked.

“What? Why would . . .” Rachelle trailed off. She looked down at the padded palms of her hands, and, for the first time, realized that they were no longer hands at all; she had paws! Except they were different—like bunny-hands from a cartoon. Rachelle turned them over nervously and saw the pink fur that now covered most of her body, but her reaction wasn’t nearly as dramatic as it should have been. Actually, the new bunny-MILF seemed to rather enjoy her appearance. Damn, I look hot, Rachelle thought while she unfastened the straps on her sandals.

“Claire,” Rachelle said, “could you please be a sweetheart and help me with this zipper?”

Claire froze. She could hardly believe her eyes. Ms. Gloria had literally turned her parents into fuck-bunnies! This was the last straw—she had to do something. Claire opened her mouth and tried to speak—to voice some manner of protest against what the Vice Principal had done to her mom and dad—but nothing came out; Ms. Gloria was too powerful. Claire wasn’t at all surprised when she instead felt herself nod agreeably and pull down the zipper on the back of her mother’s dress. She nearly jumped when she looked up to find Ms. Gloria smiling at her knowingly.

Why do you fight it? whispered a voice inside Claire’s head. With an ass like hers, you should be thanking me.

Claire continued to stare at Ms. Gloria—she was certain the voice in her head belonged to the Vice Principal.

Here, the voice continued, let me give you a closer look.

When her dress was unzipped, Claire’s mother didn’t even bother to step away from her daughter before pulling off the attire, making Claire very uncomfortable—or at least it should have. Her mother’s naked (albeit fur-covered) ass was staring her right in the face, and on it was a pink bunny-tail that kept brushing against her nose. Claire found herself fighting the urge to reach a hand up and touch it. Then, when her mother bent over to help pull the fabric up over her ears, the bunny-MILF’s ass inadvertently pushed itself right into her Claire’s face.

“Ooh, Claire,” Rachelle exclaimed, “I’m so sorry, Sweety . . . how clumsy of me!” But she didn’t move away. She didn’t stand up either, which would have at least removed her ass from Claire’s face. Instead, Rachelle just bent over further and placed her hands on the empty chair next to Claire’s.

“Mmmmphph!” cried Claire from between her mother’s ass cheeks.

“I know, Sweety, just one second,” her mom replied nicely.

Claire couldn’t pull herself away, and for some reason her mother didn’t seem intent on adhering to Claire’s muffled yet obvious pleas for her to stop. In fact, her mother seemed to be leaning over even more and was now moving her hips against Claire’s face. Judging from the wet pussy lips that were now touching Claire’s chin, Claire reasoned that her mother’s grinding motion was just a subtle attempt to get some much needed sexual release.

You can’t deny how turned on you are, whispered the voice between Claire’s ears, Go ahead, give it a little taste. I dare you.

Claire had to admit, her mother’s actions were really turning her on . . . and her pussy did smell incredible. Slowly, Claire reached her tongue out and licked the thinly-furred lips of her mother’s cunt.

“Oh, honey,” Rachelle moaned, “Please don’t tease your mother like that.”

Well, whispered the voice, you heard the woman—err, fuck bunny—have at it.

Suddenly Claire lost all control. She immediately grabbed the woman’s powerful thighs with both hands, and began to lap hungrily at Rachelle’s wanton pussy. Both women began to moan needily as Claire licked and Rachelle bent over more, this time pressing her face against the chair in front of her while she tried to expose as much of her pussy to her daughter as she could—a task for which her new-found flexibility proved remarkably useful.

“Charles,” Ms. Gloria spoke, “perhaps you should help your daughter. Besides, this is probably something that should be done as a family.”

Charles nodded.

The hung bunny-man stood up, walked past his wife, who was too busy either moaning or sucking her own thumb to notice him, and positioned himself next to Claire. He took a moment to plan his approach, then leaned in and sunk his tongue into the only hole that was available to him.

The pink, oddly-sexy bunny-woman now found herself bent over at the waist, her muscular legs slightly spread, and her face pressed firmly against the seat of the chair just inches in front of her, while her daughter ate her pussy and a large blue bunny-man tongue-fucked her asshole. “Oh, my Lord! Charles, is that you?” Rachelle exclaimed.

Charles nodded his head with his tongue inside her ass.

“Oh, Baby,” Rachelle moaned, “you are doing that just right . . . don’t stop.”

While Claire and her father did their best to pleasure the matriarch of the family, Ms. Gloria had quietly walked around her desk and took a seat in front of the deviant bunny-woman.

“While you three are doing that,” Ms. Gloria announced, “I’ll go ahead and get us started.” She took out a notebook and reviewed its contents. “So, Mrs. Kennedy, why don’t we begin by discussing your daughter and the incident at school this afternoon?”

“Mmmhmm . . .” Rachelle moaned at the sound of her name.

“I’m afraid Claire has simply not been exhibiting many of the qualities I expect from a model FCHS Mustang,” Ms. Gloria went on, “But at the same time, I, more than anyone, know how dedicated Claire is—how dedicated you all are—at being the absolute best at everything you do. Claire, for example, is a 4.0 student, has a favorable rapport with her teachers, and aspires to be a doctor after she graduates summa cum laude from Princeton University . . .”

Claire pressed her face harder into Rachelle’s cunt. She needed to make her mother cum, or at least that’s what the voice kept whispering in her head. Suddenly, Claire gasped loudly in surprise when she felt the two vibrators in her ass switch themselves on. The unusual feeling forced Claire to take a short recess from the pink bunny’s pussy while she adjusted herself in the seat. As soon as she could, Claire went back to licking the juices from her mother’s cunt, only now her ass was slightly perched on the edge of her seat, and the voice kept telling her to open her legs wider, and wider.

“However,” Ms. Gloria continued, “she is lacking one important characteristic that is holding her back from being the perfect FCHS Mustang.”

Despite the oversexed distraction in front of her, part of Claire continued to listen to the (albeit one-sided) conversation between her mother and Ms. Gloria. Claire had a feeling she knew where the Vice Principal was going with this. Of the three of them, her mother was the only person who was still in the dark about Claire’s new . . . addition. Claire had been trying to hide it from her, but the voice in her head was making it difficult; each time telling her to show more. She spread her legs a little wider; let her skirt ride up a little higher; she shuffled a little bit more off the edge of her seat; she even pushed her panties to the side so that they didn’t cover the ends of the vibrators, which were now clearly visible between her butt-cheeks.

Eventually, Rachelle couldn’t ignore Claire’s constant fidgeting or the loud humming noise that seemed to be getting closer to her face. Lifting her furry face off of the cushion of the chair, Rachelle looked back at her daughter from between her legs and saw the two vibrators wedged firmly inside Claire’s bottom.

“Claire!” Rachelle exclaimed, “What is that you have in your ass, young lady?”

Claire was too busy to respond, but Ms. Gloria was happy to answer for her.

“Those are vibrators, Mrs. Kennedy,” answered the Vice Principal, “Charles, being the insatiable fuck-bunny that he is, got a little bored while we were waiting for you to arrive. So I suggested he pass the time with his daughter.”

Claire heard her father moan above her, and she felt something thud against the back of her chair. Apparently the blue fuck-bunny had become instantly aroused.

“And I must say,” Ms. Gloria continued, “Charles here found the idea quite appealing—particularly when I told him about the changes that Claire and I made today.”

Rachelle was barely listening to a word the woman was saying. The pink fuck-bunny’s attention was transfixed on the beautiful skin of Claire’s thighs. Slowly, she reached a hand through her legs and ran her bunny-fingers along soft flesh of her daughter’s inner thigh, eliciting a slutty moan from the young girl.

“Claire,” said Ms. Gloria, “why don’t you show your mother what we gave you today?”

Claire looked up at the woman with desperate eyes, pleading for her to take back the suggestion that might as well have been a command. She even managed to mouth the words “please no” in response. But Ms. Gloria would have none of it, and just gave Claire a gentle smile before shifting her focus upward toward Claire’s father.

Claire immediately felt her dad fetch a handful—or “pawful”, as it were—of her ponytail, and then yank. Her head jerked backward painfully, and Claire felt her mouth open wide. She was now staring upward and directly at her father who, just inches above her, was licking and probing her mom’s butt with his mouth. She learned earlier that day that the act was called a “rimjob”—something her dad had demonstrated personally when he applied her anal lube with his tongue while they waited for her mom to arrive. But this time he seemed to reeaally be getting into it, and the noises he made were disgusting—nothing but loud squelching sounds and slurps.

That’s so hot, Claire thought. She had no idea where the thought came from, but it was there nonetheless, rolling around in her head amongst the other voices—most of them constantly urging her to do something disgusting or evil.

Lick her clit! Yeah, that’s it . . . just wiggle that sexy tongue of yours over her little love-button until her pink-furred pussy creams all over your face.

No, fuck that. Push your dad out of the way and bury your face in that gorgeous ass! Who cares if it’s your mother? The only thing hotter than ass-licking lesbians are ass-licking mother-daughter lesbians. Besides, she sure as hell didn’t care when you were eating her pussy!

Um, hello?! What about daddy? He’s the one who’s been doing all the damn work, and he’s probably hard as a rock by now. Turn this chair around and cram that big beautiful cock so far down your throat that you gag . . . and then do it again. I know he’s your dad, but that’s what makes it so hot! Turn around and bob on that dick until you make him blow a load inside his own daughter!

The slack-jawed Claire gazed upward in awe while her dad rimmed her mom. She wanted him to keep going. She wanted to watch her father slobber all over her mother’s butt. She especially liked how his jaw flexed whenever his tongue would work its way into her mom, and how he would occasionally wiggle his face side to side real fast, just to make his wife’s thighs quiver with pleasure.

Suddenly she heard a loud slurp, and Claire watched as a large stream of drool began to escape his mouth and make its way down between her mother’s butt-cheeks. As the saliva flowed along her mother’s ass crack toward her freshly-licked pussy, a confused and horrified expression appeared on Claire’s face, and she felt her mouth open even wider. Like a moth to the flame, Claire leaned forward very slowly, and then, she carefully intercepted the stream of drool with her tongue just before it reached her mother’s pussy-lips. As the saliva pooled in her mouth, Claire’s taste buds—after a little tweaking from Ms. Gloria—sent a very pleasurable sensation to her brain, and Claire’s expression changed from horrified to euphoric while she succumbed to the Vice Principal’s commands. Ms. Gloria had a point—she should show her mother what the Ms. Gloria had given her.

Rachelle watched as Claire brought her hands down to her knees, and slowly slid them inward. She watched the fingers slowly trace along her daughter’s inner thighs, down toward the two vibrators that hung halfway out of her little girl’s ass. When the fingers approached Claire’s ass, they redirected upward, slowly lifting the girl’s skirt up to her waist. As her daughter continued to show off more of her panties, it became clear to Rachelle that there was something else under there . . . something big.

“What the fuck is that?!” Rachelle screamed.

Claire grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled the thin material down over the large horse-cock and balls that now hung heavily between her small, girlish legs. Rachelle watched in horror as the large, semi-erect equine prick hung down directly in front of her face.

“That,” explained Ms. Gloria, “is Claire’s new horse-cock.”

Rachelle was awestruck. For a brief moment, she managed to lock eyes with Claire as the girl leaned in to suck on her mother’s clit, and saw that the girl’s face was streaked with tears, yet smiling blissfully.

Claire quickly broke eye-contact with her mom and focused her attention on making the woman cum.

Rachelle gasped. Her daughter was suddenly much better at that, and now that her secret was out, Rachelle noticed Claire using her hands to play with the huge animal phallus between her legs, even while she ate her own mother’s pussy.

“Don’t you see?” continued the Vice Principal, “Now your daughter is the perfect FCHS Mustang!”

“But . . . how is that even . . .” Rachelle paused when she felt the warmth of Claire’s dick press against her cheek. Claire was openly stroking her large cock, causing it to extend and inch its way over to Rachelle’s mouth.

“Claire stoppfftt . . . yuucchh!” Rachelle tried to get the taste of pre-cum off her lips after the flared head of her daughter’s horse-cock brushed against her mouth mid-plea. She pursed her lips and moved her head from one side to the other, trying to avoid the giant member, but Claire wouldn’t give up. “Pfft! Puh!” Rachelle spat, “Gross, Claire! What the h—MMPPHH!!”

Claire quickly took advantage of her mom’s open mouth and placed the head of her cock between Rachelle’s pink, fuck-bunny lips.

Rachelle immediately tried to pull back, but couldn’t. Somehow, her lips felt as though they were glued to the horse-cock in her mouth—which was now quickly swelling with arousal. As it did, Rachelle’s mouth opened wider to better accommodate her daughter’s prick. She was relieved when the horse-cock finally seemed to reach its maximum girth, which, at less than four inches, was fortunately not wide enough to cause her any pain or malformation. At the same time, and much to her surprise, Rachelle found herself being careful not to accidentally graze her daughter’s swelling dick with her teeth.

“You wouldn’t want to accidentally bite her would you?” said Ms. Gloria softly.

Rachelle would have jumped if she could. At some point, the Vice Principal had walked over to them, and kneeled down right next to her. Rachelle realized how awkward she must look—still folded over at the waist with her head nearly between her knees, and now with a horse-cock planted firmly in her mouth—but she couldn’t move. Rachelle tried desperately to ask Ms. Gloria for help, but her lips remained glued to her daughter’s horse cock.

Claire rather enjoyed this fact, and she had since redoubled her efforts licking Rachelle’s pussy. Together with the wonderful tongue in her asshole, Claire and her father were making it significantly more difficult for Rachelle to think her way out of this embarrassingly taboo predicament.

There is something very wrong about all of this, Rachelle thought. Charles wasn’t always a fuck-bunny. Was he? No! And neither was I . . . Rachelle was having difficulty analyzing the situation. Her head felt foggy—uncertain of everything. Something had happened to them in the time since this fucked up meeting began—they had . . . changed. Somehow they had changed, and so had Claire. Her daughter was a perfect student, not an actual mustang, not a horse—especially not a male horse! But she couldn’t understand how any of this was even possible. Rachelle tried again to ask Ms. Gloria to get some help—to call 9-1-1, but with her lips stuck to Claire’s cock, it was hopeless.

“You asked for this, you know,” Ms. Gloria spoke softly.

Rachelle could feel the woman’s breath in her ear. What did she mean “asked for this”?

“I could hear you,” Ms. Gloria explained. She reached out and absently toyed with Rachelle’s long pink-furred ears. “All those nights, silently wishing that your family was better than your neighbors—that your children were more perfect. Your hubris runs deep for such a shallow woman.”

Rachelle was dumfounded. How could she know about that?

“My dear girl,” she continued, “To whom did you think you were praying?”

Is she saying that she did this? The Vice Principal certainly did seem to know what was happening to Rachelle and her family. Had all of this been some twisted game to fulfill the woman’s sick fantasies? Did she drug them with something on the way in? Rachelle wanted yell at the woman—to demand answers.

“Why are you angry?” Ms. Gloria asked, “You asked for a more loving husband; do you not find Charles more loving? You asked for a perfect daughter; do you not find Claire perfect?”

The strange woman was right—she did ask for those things—but this is certainly not what she had in mind. She didn’t want a half-bunny mutant for a husband—or to be one herself for that matter. As for Claire . . . well, she would never want to have a scandalous freak for a daughter, even if she did look cute with that giant horse-cock between her legs—

“Don’t forget delicious,” added Ms. Gloria.

And I guess it is pretty delicious, Rachelle thought. She ran her tongue around the fleshy member in her mouth. The taste was certainly incredible—did all horses’ cocks taste this good?

“Maybe you should find out,” Ms. Gloria chimed again.

I’m just going to have to find that out for myself, Rachelle concluded. She made a mental note to stop by the horse track on the way home later this week. She had read that the owners make their horses abstain from sex before a race. Perhaps they’ll let me give a blowjob to whichever one gets first place, she thought, like a reward.

From her upside-down vantage point, Rachelle could see Claire’s large cum-filled balls hanging heavily below her cock, completely concealing the two vibrators that continued to hum inside the small girl’s ass. Despite how cute she found Claire, and regardless of the amazing taste of the girl’s new cock, Rachelle knew she could never accept this freak of nature as her daughter.

“Oh well now you’re just being rude,” Ms. Gloria whispered. “Besides, it’s not up to you. You asked for this, and now you’re just going to have to live with it.” Ms. Gloria stood up slowly. “Now, Rachelle,” she spoke loudly enough for them all to hear, “Why don’t you go ahead and show your daughter how proud you are of her!”

Suddenly, all Rachelle could think about was how proud she was of Claire. Her daughter was perfect, and Rachelle could think of only one way to reward her—she was going to suck Claire’s horse-cock as hard as she could until she made Claire cum in her mouth. Then she would swallow it all. And then, once Claire’s balls were all empty, she would just keep sucking until her daughter’s cock was nice and soft. Claire was going to love it.

Vanagloria watched as the pink fuck-bunny eagerly fucked Claire’s demonic horse-cock with her face—and with no small degree of difficulty either. Their position, while very kinky, wasn’t very practical. Even with Rachelle leaning in as far as should could without falling over, she still only had a small fraction of Claire’s dick in her throat. Vanagloria was impressed, however, when the mother reached over and took hold of the small girl’s balls, pulling them toward her and eliciting a loud yelp from Claire. The clever action quickly paid off as Claire was soon on the floor and doing whatever she could to help her mother continue the incestuous inter-species blowjob—a spectacle of which Vanagloria was . . . rather proud.