The headache was expected. Sally clutched her throbbing head and rolled over underneath the covers. She’d had enough hangovers to know water would help, but her sink was across the room and it was freezing everywhere not under her blanket. The cheetah fell into a conundrum of comfort vs relief. The longer she waited, the less comfort she gained as her body ached. Legs and thighs from lying about made sense, but there was an unfamiliar sensation coming from her crotch area. A tight feeling, as if being squeezed but not smooshed. “Maddy, are you up?” She asked, thinking her girlfriend could help alleviate the situation. The horse didn’t answer. She wasn’t in the dorm. Sally blinked, pulling herself up with a yawn. Shielding herself from the sharp rays of sunlight, Sally surveyed the room for any sign of her girlfriend. There was no one in the room save for her, and it was clean. No pyramids made of soda cans or countertops covered in plates. Sally didn’t recall cleaning last night. She couldn’t recall much of it without a splitting headache. Rolling out of bed she found the squeezing sensation stayed with her and peered between her legs to figure out what was wrong. She half-expected to have found her cock sink inside her as if trying to vanish. Instead, she found a flat disk over where her dick should be, with a thick ring behind it that pushed her balls out. A chastity cage. “What the…” It was cool to Sally’s touch, glistening with a dollop of liquid near the largest hole in the middle. She wasn’t sure if it was urine or precum and found herself in no rush to find out. Blushing, she looked for a note or sign that Maddy left this on her. She’d talked about her fantasies before, how the idea of locking her cock behind a cage and giving the key to someone else was euphoric in theory but frustrating alone. Maddy gave little enthusiasm behind a small nod and a smile that said she didn’t understand but supported her nonetheless. Not enough to try it, but Sally didn’t press. The lack of dysphoria she felt around her dick brought up too much guilt to think about it for long. She checked her phone to find several texts. Two of which came from Maddy, but one from an unknown number. Sally opened her girlfriend’s first, immediately blushing at the photo presented. The mare sat on a futon, her legs spread behind her head as she held up the piece sign in both hands. The cock of a stallion from out of frame covered her eyes, leaving a sloppy smile with her tongue lolling out as something too white and thick to be saliva drooled from it. The same substance filled her pussy, giving Sally an awful taste in her mouth. Her cock throbbed in its prison despite her shock and disgust. One of which was a lie she dared not admit to herself. “Be back in a week. XXX.” The text underneath said, punctuated with an eggplant and peach emoji. The blur of last night became clearer the longer she looked at it. Even in the growing shame and mental cries to look away Sally felt herself hooked to the picture. The smile across her girlfriend’s face, the veins on the cock, how her chest heaved as if mid-breath in the picture. Everything about it screamed bliss, that Maddy was enjoying herself without her. Sally knew the mare enjoyed sex with her, but never with such an excess of emotion. Wet slaps and heavy moans from the prior night overwhelmed her inner voice. Her girlfriend happily let party guests pound her while Sally watched. Bound, gagged, and erect as soft lips enveloped her cock. Realization slapped her. Sally checked the other message. It wasn’t from any number she recognized, but the text made it clear who sent it. “Morning Kitten. Feeling tight? Lmao. Well if you want your pretty clitty to have any freedom, you best do what we say. Not that you’ll have any issues with it. Bitch and moan as much as you want, I know you enjoy it. I saw the stains you’d leave on my door when you caught me with someone else.” Sally gulped, finding herself parched as the cage jostled in pleasurable agony. She never told anyone how she listened in on her ex cheating on her. How could she, Sally questioned, given how pathetic it was? No normal person would respond to adultery by pawing off to it. The text continued. “And because I’m nice I’ll give you an end goal. A light at the end of the tunnel as it were. One week. That’s how long you need to be a good girl for us before we take your pretty little cage off. Don’t worry about hygiene, I left a cleaning kit in your drawer. Course if you really need a deep clean, you know where to find me. Feel free to come in, especially if there’s a sock on the knob. Lol!” She checked her drawer, finding some body-safe antibacterial spray, cotton swabs, and a microfiber cloth. Sighing, Sally slumped like a deflating balloon into the nearest chair. After a minute of self wallowing the cheetah worked up the courage to text Desdemona back with a hearty “Fuck you”. It failed to send. The goat used a disposable cell phone. Of course, they would. Better to blackmail her and keep plausible deniability. Not that Sally had any chances with campus police or actual cops. They didn’t take assault seriously until it happened right before their eyes and by then it was just a harsh warning. She was at the mercy of Desdemona. A field the goat left empty. With nothing better to do beyond wallowing in self-pity, Sally got dressed and checked her class schedule. She watched anime in the time she had before leaving. At first she tried avoiding notice through campus. Ducking her head down, staying hunched, and fast-walking. There were no signs of Desdemona or her tagalongs hounding her. After class and throughout the day she tried to contact Madison. Texts stayed on read and calls went to voicemail if they were hung up on two rings in. She wasn’t sure if Maddy was ignoring her, or whoever had her phone was. The latter was worse but the former felt more personal. Sally couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been so bad a partner for Maddy to keep secrets from her. A little white lie every now and then made sense, as hurtful as it could be later. Wanting orgies or having the sex drive of a nymphomaniac wasn’t some little lie. The cheetah scoured through her memories for evidence she might have missed on passionate nights. The cage made her regret it, leaving her to massage the accursed prison in aroused frustration. With Desdemona not around, Sally admitted that she’d never been so horny before. Her ex was a bitch but she knew her too well. Her phone rattled on the desk. A new text popped up. She didn’t recognize the number, assuming it to be another disposable phone. Desdemona had enough cash to buy them up like candy. “Head to the campus gym. Now. <3.” It read. There was only one person she imagined who’d toss out heart emojis in an anonymous text. Sally leaned back and sighed, smiling. Annie was too much of a sweetheart to be a bother. *** The campus gym had all the makings of a funding drain. Each of the four floors carried a wide space for physical activity. At the bottom was the pool, the second floor was for basketball, the third for wrestling and weight lifting, and the fourth was gymnastics with a track built above as a pseudo-fifth floor. Sally strode across tiled floors and ascended a large spiral staircase encompassing the building, holding back the urge to whistle at the grandeur. Her professors often looked at the space with disdain that only someone competing for a raise could have. Annie was waiting for her on the third floor. At least that’s what Sally assumed. The pig was on the wrestling team, one of the smaller groups compared to football and basketball. So small that they didn’t split by gender. Sally wasn’t sure how that worked but guessed it meant the guys had to go and support the women's wrestling tournaments for solidarity. The image of a bunch of big burly men cheering on ladies wrestling seemed too close to strip joint events she’d seen in movies. A thunderous smack echoed from the center of the room. Sally shook herself from her stupor, catching a glimpse of the pig girl locking limbs with a bull. He was half a head taller than her with straining muscles and pulsating neck veins. Annie grit her teeth, smiling as her hands locked with his and held him steady, rooting herself like an oak. Sally blinked, losing precious seconds like a slideshow as Annie flipped the bull over her head, slammed him to the ground, then curled around his arm in a judo lock. “Say it!” She shouted with an edge of laughter. Not a malicious cackle but a happy-go-lucky kind of glee. “Say it!” The bull, looking like he was about to pop a blood vessel, held his breath and tried to break free. She didn’t give him an inch, instead pulling to make him cry out. “Uncle! Uncle!” “That’s not the words.” “Auntie!” The bull slapped the mat with his free hand. “Auntie! For fucks sake!” She let go, giggling so hard Sally swore she heard the pig snort. “Nice try this time, Brandon. But you need to work on your positioning. It’s way too easy to just knock you off your feet.” The pig patted his cheek playfully then stood up, wiping her hair away to keep the sweat out of her eyes. Pigs, as far as Sally knew, hated being stereotyped around their weight. In her psych classes, she learned that pigs and related furs had a higher rate of eating disorders in women and men than other furs, with the leading theory that they were under more pressure to fit into the beauty norms of society. Annie was no such swine. She had a noticeable layer of fat but stood with the confidence of a bodybuilder in a competition. Chub muscle if Sally had to put it to words, was built for powerlifting performance rather than looks. Her sweat glistened in the lights, pronouncing the drenched stains across her light blue nylon sports bra and hot pants. She waved like an enthusiastic child upon spotting Sally. “Hey! You made it! Come on over.” Sally gulped in her presence. She didn’t like to admit she was into bigger women. Madison was at least a foot bigger than her after all. Annie, while not as tall as her girlfriend, was wide and stocky enough that the cheetah had no trouble imagining herself being crushed by those sweaty arms. Her smile didn’t carry any malice or sadism, but Sally couldn’t shake something was up. “You bring any water?” Annie asked. “Water?” The pig nodded, “Yeah. I forgot my water bottle so I needed another. Did you bring it?” “No.” Sally raised her brow, “Why would I bring a water bottle?” “Why would you go to the gym without one?” Annie looked the cheetah over, disappointed. “Where’s your gym bag?” “Did you call me here to exercise?” Sally tried not to sound disappointed. “Why else would you go to the gym?” Annie rolled her eyes. She pointed to the door. “Come on, there’s a shop with gym clothes and a vending machine on the lower levels. Let’s get you fit.” Thinking it better not to argue, Sally let the sow drag her down to the small campus store. Why there was one specifically selling gym clothes made little sense to the cheetah, though she stopped trying to understand it when Annie scoured through the store with a sour look. “Goddess, these are so bland. There’s nothing but sweatpants and hoodies!” “What else would they sell?” “I don’t know?” She groaned with frustration. “I was hoping you could wear something cute when spotting me but I guess these will have to do.” Annie shoved a pink hoodie and gray sweatpants into the cheetah’s dumbfounded hands. “Spotting?” Sally asked. “You brought me here to exercise?” “I’m exercising, girl. But I want a spotter to keep me company. And before you ask, all the guys get weird when I ask them so I’m relying on you. Can’t keep doing bodyweight sizes forever.” She shrugged, “Well, I can but sometimes I wanna bench something, ya know?” Sally did not but nodded anyway. Having only done her required physical education credit and making a habit of showering in her dorm, Sally didn’t realize how spacious the locker rooms were. Each locker was wide enough for a person to be squeezed inside, and there were both a public shower and large private showers that she swore were half the size of a freshman dorm room, with thick walls built into the foundation rather than plastic barriers. It was also devoid of people, though Sally didn’t expect that to stay true for long. “Woah, woah, hold on.” Annie stopped the cheetah from pulling her clothes off. “Let a girl get a good position first.” She took to one of the benches, crossing her legs and smirking eagerly. “Proceed.” With no interest in giving a strip show, Sally discarded her clothes. Annie’s frown vanished at the site of the cheetah’s caged cock. She whistled. “Well, that’s something pretty, isn’t it?” “Fuck you.” Annie laughed. “Cheeky. Sucks that we found no exercise underwear so you’re gonna need to freeball it.” “Ok, fine.” Sally reached for the sweatpants. Annie pushed them away. “What are you–” Strong hands pushed Sally to the locker. The pig’s soft smile grew wider as she pressed down on the short cheetah. “Shh…” Annie whispered, dragging her finger between Sally’s breasts, “I want to enjoy this moment. Been thinking about it since Desdemona locked you up.” She reached down and pressed her thumb against the flat cage, giggling at her victim’s terse breaths. “Does it hurt?” She asked, concern mixed with curiosity. Sally shook her head. “Oh? What’s it feel like then?” Annie’s question came with more pressure against the cage. “L-Like I’m being squished.” “That sounds like it’d hurt.” “In a g-good way.” Sally bit her lip, “Like it’s a weight I want to fight against. It makes me feel alive. Struggling…I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.” Annie lowered herself to crotch level with Sally. Her tongue slathered against the cage, slowly covering it in warm saliva and hot breath. The cheetah huffed, her cock stirring and pulsing behind cold steel as the pig’s essence seeped into the air holes. She pleaded for mercy in a whisper, unsure if it was to stop the pig or remove her cage so she could feel that sensation while erect. The sow ignored her, suckling and licking the caged cock like it was a sweet treat she wanted to savor. Her hands kneaded Sally’s buttcheeks like dough as if she were giving the blackmailed bitch a real blowjob. By the time she stopped, Annie could barely stand. She needed to push herself against the lockers for balance, utterly breathless. “You remind me of my teammates when I knock the wind out of them.” Annie wiped her face clean with her forearm. “So devastated and surprised. It’s a shame none of them seem interested in taking this stuff off the mat. You’d think more guys would like an amazon.” She seemed frustrated at the thought. It vanished in a second. “Welp, we’re taking too much time. Get dressed, partner.” Sally hunched over when following Annie to the weight machines. She felt naked despite the sweatshirt and pants, blaming it on the incessant clicking sound her cage made with every step that no one else seemed to hear. She kept a pace of three feet behind the pig as if being led by a leash. The image did not help her case. There were few people at the gym. Just a student at the desk taking sign-ins and three people exercising. All guys this late, with one being the bull Annie trounced earlier. Sally didn’t notice how tight his clothes were, panting an impressive imprint of his cock she tried to ignore. Annie noticed that and, deciding to have fun, forced Sally to stretch before the bull. He made an effort not to notice. His cock didn’t care. “Bet Madison would love that sausage,” Annie whispered with a giggle. “I can see her savoring every second of it. Letting him grind its girth across her pussy before sinking inside. Would you be willing to clean up that mess?” Annie continued to whisper temptations during their workout. Either crafting stories of men fucking the mare, or tantalizing tales of what the pig wanted to do to the cheetah. The cheetah put her mind elsewhere to ignore the pig, focusing on her gym partner’s weights and reps. To her shock, Annie could bench well over two hundred pounds and squatted nearly three hundred. Her pink skin glistened with sweat that bounced when she flexed to expose how defined her muscles were underneath her chubby nature. While not their size, it reminded Sally of how Sumo wrestlers were built. Their fat was energy, not a weakness or sign of lethargy. It was a wonder Annie didn’t break Sally with a simple pat on the back. “Goddess, nothing beats a late-night workout.” Annie stretched her back in the locker room. Sally was already undressing herself, having accumulated a layer of sweat and stink she didn’t want to bring home. Now confident that there weren’t any other girls she was fine showering. “Where are you going?” Annie asked, grabbing the cheetah’s wrist tight enough to keep her in place without hurting. “The shower?” She pointed over her shoulder, “We’re done, aren’t we?” “I haven’t had my cooldown jog yet.” “Ok? I can’t exactly jog with this.” She motioned to the cage. Running made it too noisy and flopped her cock all over. Her balls were not made to collide against her thighs. Annie smiled in a manner that told Sally she wasn’t jogging. “Face the wall, arms at your back.” She did as instructed, thankful to hide her blushing face from the pig. Strong hands looped the cheetah’s wrists back, followed by something elastic tying not just her wrists together but her elbows too. Her protests were silenced by a wet and warm wad stuffed into her maw. The salty aftertaste dancing on her tongue told Sally all she needed. “I love working up a sweat,” Annie whispered, forcing the cheetah to the ground and binding her legs together, “But I never found the right kind of rag for it. You’ll make a fine one, but not today. Need to get you acclimated to my taste.” Complaints were ignored and sealed off with the click of a lock as the pig shoved Sally into a spare locker. “I’ll be back after my cooldown, so don’t worry. Feel free to relax.” She spoke with a teasing cadence, made worse by the dampening sound of her feet. Soon the cheetah was alone. Naked, stuffed into a locker, with the pig’s panties filling her maw, enhancing every breath with the chubby amazon’s scent. She didn’t hate it. The realization was immediate as it rocked her cramped body. Squeezed into a tight space and bound with her only escape at the mercy of another. Sally’s cage twitched relentlessly with the minutes passing by, desperate for stimulation her cock craved underneath the prison’s pressure. This wasn’t how a person was treated. She’d become more akin to a sweat rag that could be tossed at any moment. In a haze she imagined Annie doing that after dragging her face across the exhausted muscles, soaking every inch of sweat and musk until she drowned. The panties weren’t enough, she needed more. Every so often her phone would buzz, snapping her back to reality with a different hallucination. She knew each notification was a new picture of her girlfriend drenched in debauchery. Acts she couldn’t provide but desperately wished to see, wished to toy herself with. By the time Annie returned to let her out, Sally was a mewling mess of arousal, with puddles of drool and pre trailing behind her as the pig hoisted her up. “Such a desperate little bitch.” Annie jeered. She held the cheetah in a headlock between her legs while waiting for the shower to heat up. Sally stopped protesting, welcoming the hot embrace of the pig’s strength. If she were to die it would be better in blissful agony. She’d not even realized the restraints were removed until shoved under the hot stream. Her back braced against tiled walls, arms held aloft by strong hands as Annie wrenched her panties out from Sally’s mouth with her teeth then forced their tongues to tangle. “You’re just a good-for-nothing rag,” Annie growled, forcing Sally’s maw open to spit down her throat. “Aren’t you?” Sally nodded, stunned but not frightened of this newfound aggression. The pig slapped her. “Say it,” Annie whispered underneath the hot water, “Tell me what you are.” The slap did not sting. Despite everything Sally knew Annie held back. “I’m nothing but a rag…” she said, voice trembling in lust. Annie slapped her again, calling her a good girl. In her delirium Sally thanked her, wanting to feel everything the pig’s strength could bring. “Get down there,” Annie ordered as her fingernails dug into Sally’s scalp, pushing her down. Unlike her girlfriend, the pig had a noticeable bush that glistened and dripped with water and desire. Sandwiched between the wall and the muff, Sally’s tongue tasted the pig’s hairy sex. Unlike her girlfriend, the pig was impatient. Opting to grind against the cheetah’s face like a toy. A rag suited to get her off. Sally’s free hands rubbed her nipples and cage fruitlessly under the pig’s hearty gasps, aching for release in the swine’s embrace. Annie didn’t seem to notice, losing herself to oinks and squeals. Devolving from a sweet pig to a primitive hog in a rut. Her body shook. Annie sucked in the air and cried out, clutching so hard Sally thought her skull would rupture. Underneath the torrent of hot water, she tasted the pig’s juices, the waves of pleasure that erupted along her body. Envy crawled up her spine as her caged cock twitched, pleading for the release the pig basqued in. Pulling away to breathe, Sally heard the pig snort with cheer. “Goddess, don’t you look precious like that? So pathetic and desperate, it’s intoxicating. It makes me want to cuddle up with you and keep teasing until you’re begging for any kind of release.” Crouching to eye level the pig brushed her matted hair, revealing mad eyes and a hungry smile. “It’s so hard to find someone I can torment. Desdemona thinks I’m too sweet and the other wrestlers tap out too easily. But you’ll go for it, won’t you? I don’t even need the cage, do I?” Sally nodded, rewarded by a tight hold on her nuts. “Yes…” Annie whispered under the torrent, “I might as well just crush these. Make you a useless little doll fit for servicing and taking hits.” Her hold acted like a vice. Sally cried out in silence, waiting for the pop. The pig let go, taking the moment to thumb the cage. “But then I’d lose another place to torment, wouldn’t I? And I like hurting you. Bending you until you’re about to break and making you beg for more until you’re humping my leg just to get me to kick you.” Annie shuddered, catching herself from collapsing over the cheetah. Heavy breaths told Sally one thing, another orgasm. From mere thoughts alone. Then the sadism left her face, returning to the sweet pig she’d met earlier at the gym. “Ok, I think I’m good. You?” “Y-Yeah…” Sally lied, fearful of how far the pig would go if she asked for more despite craving it. Her last rope of sanity was fraying but still holding strong. Annie pecked the cheetah’s cheek and then turned the water off. “You remind me a lot of Maddy,” Annie said, tossing Sally the second towel to dry off. “Though she’s more intense.” “W-What do you mean?” Sally bit her lip, regretting she asked the question despite her curiosity. “You’ve fucked before?” “Oh we’ve all fucked. I’ve had her begging for a fisting before. I think I have pictures actually, hold on.” Sure enough, the pig had evidence of Madison’s lusts. Ranging from scenes where the pig’s fist was clenched up the mare’s ass, to naked walks in winter weather. An entire side completely unknown to Sally. A side smiling brazenly, unlike the demure lover she knew. She pondered it on her way back to the dorm, still missing the mare in question. Exhausted, Sally brushed her teeth and prepared for bed, stopping as the ping of a new message. A recording came through, and as the cheetah hit play she heard the scream of a cane slicing through the air, the crack against flesh, and the cry of her girlfriend. “T-Thank you, sir!” Madison forced through terse breaths, “May I have another?” Her wide ass was marked with thin red lines, increasing with each strike. She repeated the line at every hit, smiling while blindfolded. Sally knew those hidden eyes were in bliss, crawling under the covers to relax as she replayed the video. Rubbing her cage while watching. “Thank you, sir! May I have another?” Eventually, Sally fell asleep, her phone by her side and a pool of precum staining her bedsheets.