To the mall

Spending time around Pinkie must’ve given Mave a sixth sense for scheming. Something you had pay attention to if they kept Hector in their orbit. You hoped she’d stay focused on her studies even now. Being an innocent victim and caught up in all of this meant she deserved better. But as your co-conspirator, you appreciated how Mave deciphered your plan and then wordlessly followed along.

Like now, acting as your guide, she balanced her anticipation while pretending to be surly and punished. No hiding her aroused erection, but Hector was too busy wrestling hers while surrounded by nosy strangers to pay much attention. Almost didn’t notice you entering a boutique lined with risque clothes and outfits. Staffed by another ladybug infected sissy whose expression flashed with recognition as Mave greeted her.

“Hector,” the latina boi yelped. You adjusted your tone, making it softer and more understanding, “take ten minutes searching around the store by yourself. I’ll keep Mave occupied so you don’t need to look over your shoulder. Focus on finding something you want to wear and then she can make sure the size fits.” This wouldn’t be solely for the newly minted boi’s benefit. Placing a hand on her shoulder, you transferred as much sub-teacherly reassurance you could while waiting for her to gather herself.

After a few seconds, she did seem steadier in her breathing. “Gracias. But, um, could you call me ‘Hera’ from now on.” A lot of boys, bois, and girls would fall for that shy smile, you knew. “...unless that is too much?” Oh, that was simply unfair.

“Glad to hear and see you growing more comfortable. My suggestion is to start with a pair of shoes.” A minor miracle they had stayed on up till now since her feet practically swam around with every step between the lecture hall and the mall. With the secondary benefit of sending her deep into the boutique so you could sneak away. Hera would figure everything out. Smart kid and adjusting. But, until then, you’d rather keep her out of the crossfire in the grudge match between you and Pinkie.

You had a date with destiny. Otherwise known as Mave and her salesclerk acquaintance.

The composed mien you had worn for Hera’s benefit cracked under the pure lust Mave directed at the bulging and squirming package between your legs. Maybe some of that irritation earlier was less faked than you realized. Leaving her pent-up and on edge since outside the school might have been a mistake. Yet the shiver running down your spine was not one of fear.

Coiled around one of the femboy fingers sat a fat stack of keys. “Pandora here let me borrow the employee keychain and the breakroom. Better than fucking my boi-pussy raw in a toilet, right?” Grinning, Mave confirmed the earlier assessment you had of her as a devious bitch. Letting her know she scored a bullseye, you shrugged. “So, think you are a manly stud or a girly sissy?”

“Not worried about going behind Pinkie’s back?” Dodging the question which you both knew the answer too. “You two are friends.”

“Way back. Before the virus hit. So what? If you’re trying to squirm out of this you’ll need to do better.” Pushing herself from the counter, the redhead sent her body into yours. Looking up with lidded eyes as her splayed fingers pressed against your chest. “Since you’re going the whole way, why not invite Pandora?” After undoing the first sets of buttons, she pulled the top of your shirt aside and licked her lips at the sight of your firm chest. “Unless you think another white knight will sweep Hera off her feet if we leave her alone?”