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“If they could only see me now, they wouldn’t be able to see a single difference,” Betty Carterr murmured as she examined herself in the mirror. She’d gotten dressed in her oversized track top and baggy pants and adjusted them so that none of the bruises that John had left on her neck or wrists showed. Which was just as well. The last thing Betty needed was some white-knight to ride in to save her from the brute who had ravaged her.

The marks that Natalia had left on Betty’s body were invisible as well, but then Natalia only left marks that were easily concealed. The same for Betty’s body jewelry. No tongue-studs or nose-rings until their harem were ready to come out into the open.

But, while she was back to looking like her usual boring geek-girl self, Betty couldn’t help but think that there was a certain glow about her. Getting pumped full of cum in all three holes had to have an effect on a girl, didn’t it? She was sure that anyone who could look past her superficial appearance would be able to see she’d obviously been well fucked by her male.

Her male. Betty savored that concept. Well, not just her male. She was going to have to share him. That should have turned her off considering her past experience with one guy for two, or more, girls.

But that was different. Back then there could only be one winner, with all the other girls losing. Betty had never dared suggest that not only was she willing to share, she’d have had no problem at all being Ronnie’s little bitch in the relationship. Her long time friend was smoking, and had projected dominance just walking into a room. Betty rarely spent more than a few minutes in a room with Ronnie before her panties started to dampen. It had gotten so bad she’d taken to wearing a pad every day. But what could she do? Small town girls didn’t get to confess that they were bi-sexual, they especially didn’t get to admit that they liked their sex rough, brutal, and bruising. Ronnie might have been able to deliver, but their mutual love interest likely would have fallen in the stretch. For all his constant skirt chasing the boy didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. She wondered if he was going to make it through the next month as a male.

“What was that, Betty?” John asked as he walked into the room. He had thrown on a pair of tight jeans that strained to contain his body and a track top that fit him a lot better than the one she was wearing fit Betty. She gave him an appreciative glance and had to fight down the urge to jump across the room and rub up against him.

“I was just thinking about how the folks back home wouldn’t recognize the girl I’ve become,” Betty replied. “Can you believe I was a virgin before I came here?”

Betty kept her eyes on John’s broad chest, and not just because it was worth staring at. She was being careful not to make direct eye contact. At the same time she kept her voice calm and everyday like. She was trying not to do anything that John’s new instincts might see as a challenge/invitation. M’Ress had given her some tips on how to deal with a human with implanted Felinoid instincts, but only in general. Even their resident alien wasn’t sure how much the nanites might shift John’s behavior. From the ache in her ass and her sore jaw, Betty would have to say they had shifted it a lot. The John she’d grown to know in the last two months would never have brutalized her like he had over the last hour or so. That made the experiment a rousing success in her book, but it was too early to tell how well he was going to handle a harem, and how well they were going to be able to handle him.

John had clearly been musing over Betty’s remark about believing she’d been a virgin before she arrived at school, because he answered in the affirmative. “Yep. Easily. I figured you still were right up until two hours ago, until I spotted those decorated titties of yours.”

Old habits kicked in and Betty retorted, “Hey, just because a girl has pierced nipples doesn’t mean she’s a slut. She realized her mistake when she saw a glint appear in John’s eyes as his lazy demeanor turned predatory at her challenging tone—Much like a lounging cat relaxing in a window who had just spotted a squirrel in the yard— “But, you’re likely right,” she hastily added, dropping her gaze and drawing in her shoulders in a submissive manner. M’Ress had recommended rolling over and showing her belly. But Betty would hold off on that unless nothing else worked. John’s demeanor went back to being lazy and friendly.

Betty felt conflicted. Getting ravaged by John again was tempting as fuck, but her job was to get him back to the house as quick as possible. That wasn’t going to happen if she kept sending up, fuck-me-flags. Plus, while John was clearly ready to go at the drop of a suggestion, her own body was really feeling the effects. Unlike with humans a female felinoid could not outlast a male. They were one man gang-bangs, able to wear out a dozen females and be ready for more. Or at least that was the old stories said according to M’Ress.

To Betty’s surprise John looked a bit contrite and said, “Nah, I was out of line. Guys do lots of stupid shit in order to attract a girl. No reason why a girl might not do the same thing.”

Betty bit her tongue to keep from blurting out, “So you think getting my nipples peirced was stupid?” Instead she drew a breath and in as meek a voice as possible she said, “Actually a friend talked me into getting it done.”

“They looked nice,” John complimented her. “But then your titties are so cute just about anything attached to them is going to look nice.”

Betty looked at John out of the corner of her eye, but as near as she could tell he wasn’t making a move on her, just making an honest comment. It was starting to look like the Felinode implants were really taking hold of the football players. The males of that race tended to treat confrontation from a female as a sexual invitation. If the female was in another males harem, even more so. Because why would she be sending him signals if her own male was satisfying her needs. Stealing her from her male and making her his own would simply be a kindness on his part if she was so **** that she would openly challenge another male.

Betty could see some very bad things coming from that drive unless they kept a tight rein on John. The university was sometimes referred to as Ms. U. All the senior administration were female, most of them activists in the pursuit of female equality, which to them meant female superiority. Even the head of security was a woman, the daughter of the dean according to rumors. Only bad things could happen if John ran afoul of them. Even if they ended up part of his harem they were not the sort who played nice with others. Natalia would blow her stack.

The ironic thing was that while those females would likely view the Felinoid culture as a mal-dom wet-dream, the truth, as far as Betty could tell, was that in terms of day to day life the Felinoid females ruled the roost. They were the leaders, the scientists, the teachers, the, well, pretty much everything. The vast majority of the males, except for a few figureheads, spent their lives sequestered in their harem’s inner courtyard.

It was far more likely that a male would be the object of sex-trafficing than a female. There was no such thing as a sexuall deprived male in Felinoid culture. They all got as much sex as they could wish for. The only Incels were female. There were literally thousands of females in bachelorette harems who would go to any length to get a male. That was why they had thrown every resource they legally could at earth in the hope of filling that need. John was not the only male who had been given a premium package, and if Betty understood the scientific method, and she did, it was unlikely they used the same package on every male candidate. Who knows how some of them were being changed even now.

Betty and the girls in her harem were so lucky to have M’Ress as part of it. Having all of this shit go down without warning made things easier, and harder. She envied the majority of people who had no idea what was coming. Especially the males who were suddenly going to find themselves sporting boobs and twats.

And there were a lot of males who were going to be disappointed to discover that the infatuation effect was short lived, and not as strong as they thought. At least not for most males. Males like John had a much more powerful effect. Betty was very skeptical that any woman could resist his influence once he filled her with a load.

Betty wasn’t immune to the effect, she’d just been deeply in love with John already. But, it wouldn’t have mattered if she’d despised and hated his guts. She’d have ended up heads over heels in love with him after being serviced so thoroughly.

Betty wondered if Natalia fully realized how dangerous John was to her. Right now the dominatrix saw John as a tool, to be treated like one. All the care and attention she was currently directing toward John was to better her own position. Betty didn’t think Natalia understood that once she’d had sex with John her focus would change from what she wanted to what John wanted, and the best way to make that happen.

M’Ress had told them that the Felinoid’s entire space program had been started by a male wondering what the moon was made out of in the hearing of a very gung-ho member of his harem. She had moved mountains, literally, to create the infrastructure needed to start the space-program. As this was before the age of nanites both she and the male had long expired before the first female set foot on their nearest moon. It was one of their great tragic love stories. There was a monument on the moon to this day celebrating that female’s dogged loyalty to her male.

It was a good thing there weren’t too many males who had gotten the premium package. Betty wasn’t sure their civilization could have handled having so many high-powered women willingly catering to the every whim of a hoard of idiot males.