The Futa Pill: You March to Ms. Kato and Tell Her What Paris Said (Patreon)

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It's time to get Paris fired.

You pull up your panties, pinning your new cock to your flesh, and then shove down your skirt. You love it. You march past her, Paris still standing ashen face. Your heels whisk on the thin carpet covering the floors.

“Where are you going?” Paris gasps as you march with purpose down the cubicles, your eyes fixed on the goal.

“Ms. Kato's office,” you declare. “I'm going to report you.”

“You can't!” The fear in your rival sounds so sweet to you right now. You shouldn't revel in it, but you can't help yourself. You want her to be punished. To have her downfall for being such a horrible person to you.

“Is this a good idea?” Cassie asks, your friend rushing to catch up to you.

“Yes, it is,” you say, marching with purpose. You reach Ms. Kato's office door and raise your hand.

“Please, don't,” Paris gasps. She looks at you, saying your name with such pleading deference.

You knock hard. Three times.

“Enter,” Ms. Kato's brusque voice calls.

You throw the door open and march in. The Japanese woman looks up from her desk, her hair pulled back in that tight bun. Her delicate eyebrows furrow as she stares at you then at Paris and Cassie flooding in after you.

“I won't hear any whining about you working for Paris,” says Ms. Kato.

“I am trans and Paris used a vile slur against me,” you declare to your boss. You've always been terrified of her. She's cold as ice. Her presence could chill a sauna.

She closes the report she's reading and fixes her eyes on you. “I was not aware of that. What slur did she use.”

“She called me a tranny slut!” Your blood is on fire. For once, you don't have to be afraid of Ms. Kato. Her chilly power will descend upon Paris instead. “Cassie witnessed it.”

Ms. Kato's eyes shift to Paris. “Is this true?”

“Yes,” croaks your rival. “But I caught Cassie sucking her cock. I was shocked. It just burst out of me.”

Your stomach sinks. You didn't think about that coming out.

“Where did this happen?” Ms. Kato asks, her eyes flicking back to you.

“In her cubicle,” says Paris. “I found Cassie on her knees. It was obvious they'd just finished with their depravity.”

“Lock the door, Cassie,” Ms. Kato orders as she stands.

Your friend groans and obeys. The loud click echoes through the office.

You swallow as the dominating woman smooths down her gray pencil skirt. “There are two ways for us to handle this,” she says, something flickering in her dark eyes. The Japanese woman almost looks about to smile, but her lips remain pursed tight. “I can fire you both, or I can punish you right here. Neither activity will be tolerated in my department.”

“What do you mean by punishment?” gasps Paris.

Ms. Kato arches her eyebrow. She wants a decision right now.

What do you choose?

Do you take being fired to avoid being punished by Ms. Kato? 

Do you submit to Ms. Kato's punishment with Paris?