Kinky TSA 2: A Little Pick-Me-Up

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#2 of Kinky TSA

Randy the rabbit takes on a more feminine persona, Rachel, to pursue his daily duties and snares a whale for some fun on the side. This causes the whale to miss his flight, ending Randy in a boatload of trouble.

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Kinky TSA Chapter 2: A Little Pick-Me-Up Sponsored by Kacacarrotcake By Draconicon

Randy grumbled as he returned to the locker room, as well as everyone else on the team (except Slick). As the other TSA agents started changing clothes - Nida had sent a message down that she wanted all the stained gear in the laundry and everyone in clean clothes - the rabbit opened his locker to consider his wardrobe.

There weren't many options, sadly. He had been fucked in too many different outfits for him to be able to wear the same sort of stuff as the rest of the group. The white-furred rabbit tossed three different copies of the same uniform over his shoulder before he got to the special stash at the back.

"What are you doing?" Fy asked, the lion out of his old uniform and down to a thong. "You know that it's all the same."

"Not for meeeeee."

The rabbit grinned as he whipped a blue skirt and tight blue top out, both of them cut from the same cloth as the traditional uniform, and both with the right badge number and patches, but far more revealing. He spun with it, holding it to his chest.

"And you thought that there'd never be a chance for Rachel on the job," Randy said with a laugh. "Today, she becomes reality!"

"Shut that idea down, agent," Edgar said, the brown stallion looking over the row of lockers from the other side of the room. "Regulations say everyone in the same uniform. Ellyra's got the same one as you, so just borrow one of hers."

"Ah, but does it fit? Is it clean?"

Both of them knew the answer, and the stallion glared at him for it. There was no chance in hell that any of them had more than one clean uniform, and some of them didn't even have that. He could see that Giron was struggling to find the least-stained uniform in his locker, and he was pretty sure that only Edgar had more than one. The stallion was too big to share it, too.

Humming to himself, Randy pulled out a pair of panties that he'd gotten off of a traveling ferret yesterday. She had been overstocked on them, and he had lifted one from her hand luggage while checking it for 'contraband.' Not that there was any, but it was always a good opportunity to lift something interesting.

That, combined with a bra that was easily stuffable, meant that he could imitate a woman better than most would expect.

With Fy already bitching at Edgar for the chance to bring in some outfits from home, Randy changed clothes. His dick hung down for a few seconds before he dragged it back behind his balls, pulling up the purple pair of panties to hold it in place. He worked everything around carefully, making sure that it was all suitably fitted to where it needed to be, then stood up with a smile.

A glance at the mirror at the far end of the room showed that he was looking good. He was completely flat-chested, of course, but with his dick tucked back and squishing his balls down, he had just enough of a camel toe to look like he was a woman. He patted it lightly, nodding in approval, and dragged the bra on. Didn't do much to make him look more endowed, but at least it gave him a bit of cleavage between an A and B cup.

Working the hips, as always, he thought, swaying back and forth. They still had a nice sway, but they'd be even better with a pair of high heels. He'd have to bring them in another time.

The skirt came next. A simple pull-around rather than one that he had to step into, the skirt wrapped around his hips and enhanced them still further. They were just short enough to show off his long legs and slender feet without quite showing his ass, but that was up for modifications. If he got away with it this time, he would see how much more he could do.

The shirt came next, coming down to just under the bra. It was enough to make them look just a little bigger, and make sure that his tight little tummy was still on display. Throwing his belt on to complete the look, he smiled and spun in front of the mirror.

"Goodbye, Randy. Hello, Rachel."

"Are you seriously going to wear that?" Giron asked. "Confusing my boner here, man."

"Oh, come now. You've fucked men and women; what's the difference?"

"Expectations," the red and yellow dragon said, shaking his head. "I tend to fuck 'em right through their skirts, so if I jam my dick up and hit balls instead of pussy..."

"...Fair point. For future notice, please always aim for my ass," 'Rachel' said, nodding. "That goes for all of you, by the way."

"When I want to catch syphilis, I'll give it a try," Fy said, the lion laughing.

"What was that?! I went to the clinic just yesterday and I'll have you know that I'm completely clean."

"In body, if not in mind," Edgar muttered.

"Oh, fuck all of you," the rabbit said with a laugh. "I'm going out to be fabulous, and I'd like to see any of you do better."

"Is that a challenge?" the lion called after him.

"Sure, if you know anyone that's good enough to take it up."

The mass 'oooooh' from the locker room was all the satisfaction that 'Rachel' needed as she strutted off to the checkpoint. Time to start the day.

Free Air Airlines was the only carrier to operate out of the airport, and the rabbit was pretty sure that they were just a secondary brand that one of the bigger ones had bought out to give this place pity service. With twenty flights going in and out of the airport every day - and most of those being connecting flights to smaller airports or bigger ones in the region - there weren't that many travelers, and only one checkpoint for everyone to go through.

Rachel stood behind the main body scanner, the swiveling tube waiting for the first traveler of the day. Edgar was up front, taking ID, and Yala was at the machines making sure that everyone that came through didn't have anything dangerous to take on the plane. Fy had waited just a bit too long, and wouldn't be sent out until the midday part of the shift, when it was busier and they opened up a second lane.

Bored, the crossdressing rabbit glanced at the hidden panel in the wall where Ellyra and Giron were waiting. The unicorn and dragon were always ready to rush out and take charge of anyone that was being particularly unruly, but he doubted that they'd be needed. They hadn't had any criminal Karens for a while.

More's the pity, really. Would have been fun to have 'fun' with them.

Rachel was about ready to go out of his mind when the first few passengers came up to the front line. He put on a smile, adding a little more red to his lips as he waited on the far side of the body-scanner, his handheld version held down at his waist. He shifted his stance a bit, making his hips and butt a bit more obvious, and waited.

The first ones to come through were a married couple. Not quite his thing - that was more a Fy thing, seeing what he could do to open them up to threesomes - but the wolf was nicely endowed. The doe traveling with him was going to get a good time, there was no doubt about that. Rachel just wished that he could get in on that knot.

Next were three women in a row, different females that were traveling alone. He passed them through after checking them for anything interesting, and got away with a few more gropes than he would have dressed normally (much to Yala's obvious annoyance).

They were getting into a routine when there was a beeping at the bag check machine. Rachel and Edgar turned, seeing their shark coworker rifling through someone's bag. Something had clearly tripped the machine, and the young man that owned the bag was being called over to justify himself. Rachel leaned back a little, glancing at him to see if he was worth the potential lawsuit.

Hmmm, dingo, rather than coyote, so he'd be rough, he thought, flicking his eyes down to the dog's package. Not bad, not bad, big enough to feel at least. Hope he'd have a decent knot, but -

He glanced up at Yala, and the shark gave him a sharp glare. Despite lacking Giron's muscles, the shark woman was more than capable of knocking him flat on his ass if he got in the middle of her games. He held up his hands, taking a step back to make it clear that he wasn't going to get involved.

Too small for my tastes, anyway, he thought.

"Next," he called, looking up -

Ooooooh my.

And immediately had to hide a grin. The big blue whale was a tall man, someone that stood almost too high for the scanner, and his shoulders were almost broad enough to go from one side of it to the other. He almost had to carry his tail along behind him, and his long face was split in a smooth grin that went almost all the way around his head. Rachel took in his suit and tie, the way that his buttons were pushed to their limits with a powerful set of muscles just behind them across the chest, and then, the piece de resistance...

It took everything that Rachel had not to start grinning like an idiot or licking his lips as he looked at his crotch. Oh, that was everything that he had been hoping for, and then some. He could see a hefty hint of cock through the tight black slacks that the whale wore, and he knew that it'd be enough to really stretch his ass out again.

Oh, Fy will just slap me when he finds out about this.

"You know how this works, sir?" Rachel asked, pitching his voice higher.

"Just stand on the yellow circles, hands in the air."

"Yes, sir. Please, do that. Yala?"

The shark looked up from her inspection of her dingo, looking around him. Her narrowed, annoyed expression faded when she saw his current traveler, and chuckled.

"Need the enhanced scanner enabled?"

"If you don't mind."

"Sure thing."

His coworker pushed a button on her side of the bag check machine, then went back to interrogating her dingo. Not that she was probably doing much in the way of interrogating, he imagined. That guy was already wobbling, so he imagined that she'd dosed him with some of the SCS, or Submissive Chemical Spray. It was something that had been handed out for different agents to make sure that they could subdue people, essentially a calming, semi-hypnotic chemical weapon.

It didn't always work, but the average person became very accommodating when they were sprayed down. All of them had a bottle of it, but Yala went through more of it than anyone else. It was kinda funny, sometimes.

But the scanner was enabled. That was the important thing.

As he turned it on, the usual body image showed up, but rather than just show a colored outline of the blue whale in question, it showed his whole body. Scanning from head to toe, the enhanced scanner stripped him down, showing him naked rather than dressed, and it was just as good as the rabbit had imagined.

Rachel licked his lips as he looked at that fat cock pressed against the blue whale's thigh. The marine mammal was pretty damn well-endowed, alright, and he was going to be a hell of a fun ride.

If he got the big guy into the back rooms without any trouble, that was.

"Alright, sir, there's some inconsistencies with the scan," 'she' said, turning back to him, trying to ignore the big dick pic off to her side. "Do you want to step aside to allow for a private pat-down?"

"Where's the inconsistency?"

"In your pants, sir. If you don't mind?"

"Um, how long is this going to take?"

"As long as it takes. Now, will you submit to a private pat-down?"

"...Sure. Just don't take too long. My flight leaves soon."

"Well, you should have been here a bit earlier, sir. Come with me."

There was no need to use the SCS just yet, thankfully. The blue whale seemed to be rather concerned about what might have triggered the alarm, and was more than willing to come along.

Note to self: check him for real after we're done.

As they left the checkpoint, they passed by Fy as the lion was tapped to take his place. The feline looked at him, then at his catch, and then narrowed his eyes into a jealous glare. Rachel smiled, winking back as he walked by.

Not my fault the early bird catches the worm...

It didn't take long before the blue whale - his name was Jeremy - was out of his suit and sitting on an interrogation chair. His cock - its name was Willy - was out and held between the rabbit's affectionate hands, getting a slow stroke, a gentle tease as Rachel leaned forward, kissing the tip.

"Mmmm, aren't you a naughty boy, hiding this thing? You could have conquered the whole plane with this deadly weapon."

"I...I wouldn't call it deadly, ma'am."

"Oh, look at it, though," Rachel said, standing up and holding it against his chest and stomach. "It goes all the way from my crotch to my ribs. You could kill someone with that...or at least, break them. How long has it been since someone could fit this?"

"I, um, I didn't...I don't..."

The rabbit chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned down, pulling the humanoid shaft to his lips. It was slick and wet already, teased to the edge of its endurance. He worked 'Willy' into his mouth, sucking along the head, his jaws forced to their limits to take the fat thing as he worked a few more inches past the head.

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Oh, fuck...fuck..."

It was a beautiful cock, the sort that throbbed to life but still had just enough give in it to be a little spongy and playful. He rolled his head to the side, then down the shaft proper, slowly taking it into his mouth. He ground the head against the inside of his cheeks, staining them slightly, and then shifted his head so that the shaft went into his throat.

Gluk, gluk. He was forced to swallow again and again, forcing the shaft further down his throat, feeling it opening his neck up a bit more than he expected. Rachel groaned, leaning into it, the rabbit's ears falling back over his head, running one hand along his neck to feel the bulge. And oh, wow, what a bulge it was.

Gluk, gluk, gluk, each swallow that little bit harder, but pushing that shaft a little further down his neck than before. He pushed forward, pulled back, forward, back. The blue whale groaned, biting his lips, his hands clenched behind his back in a simple restraint.

Mmmmph...so big...

Rachel pulled his head back, gasping for breath. Both his hands squeezed under the whale's cock head, holding it, squeezing it, teasing it. The whole thing bounced up and down again, begging for more. It was a very happy cock. 'Willy' was more than willing to give him a bit of liquid appreciation, too, oozing like a fountain down the sides and over his hands.

"Mmm, such a good cock. Is this big guy going to make me happy?"

"Mmph...If...if we can do it...quickly?"

"Don't worry. You'll still make that flight...I'm an expert at handling such fleshy weapons as this..."

He was that, for sure. He'd handled numerous men before they were off to their flights. Sometimes, he had managed to sneak it in at the checkpoint, though those guys were little more than one-pump chumps. He needed more than that today, and he rather hoped that Jeremy was going to be able to deliver.

With one more suckle along the head, he rolled his hips around, pulling the thick cock down and straddling it. He flicked his little cotton-tail up, pulling the thong to the side just enough to allow that thick thing to slide closer to his asshole.

"Mmmph...you have a great ass..."

"Thank you, sir. And Willy is an amazing cock."

He slid back just a little bit, feeling the tip of that dick kiss his hole, and he moaned under his breath again. So far, he had done everything to preserve his feminine persona, and he continued doing just that, sliding his cock down and out of the way so that it wasn't pushing up towards his asshole anymore.

Of course, that tented the front of the skirt a little, but he could deal with that. Particularly for something this big.

"Mmmph...You're insane."

"No, sir. Just a size queen. Now."

He pushed back, and almost lost his breath. Hooooly cow, the head alone was like taking a fist under his tail, but goddamn it felt good. It stretched him further than the average toy, but that was the whole reason that he'd gone after this guy. He needed something big today.

"N-now...let's get you off...disarm this weapon...before you fly..."

Rachel thrust his hips back, taking more of that thick shaft into his ass. The rabbit moaned out loud, arching his back as he felt how big it was, how thick it felt as it filled him to the brim.

Fuck...yes...that's what I needed...

The rabbit curled his toes in his shoes as he felt that thing getting bigger, wider, thicker, fatter. It was rubbing right on his prostate already, and he swore that it was bigger than the time that he got another rabbit to fist him. But that didn't matter. He had said that he was going to get this thing off, and he was going to do it.

He pushed back again, and he felt the fat thing pop further in, swearing that he could feel a bulge in his stomach. He didn't dare look down; he was struggling as it was, and he wasn't going to let his reputation be sullied by some random blue whale now. He would never hear the end of it if Fy found out about it.

More...

The rabbit pushed back a bit more, sinking eight inches into his hole before he stopped. Jeremy was gasping, panting, and the blue whale was probably going to stink of sweat and sex by the time that they were done here.

That didn't matter to him. What mattered was getting this guy off, and getting off himself.

The pressure of his own pleasure was getting stronger, making his cock throb upwards, dripping into the thong that he wore. It was already stretched forward, distended by his excitement and getting wetter by the second, but that didn't matter. What mattered was getting more of that fat dick inside him.

Forward, this time. Forward, sliding almost all the way off of the fat dick. He was almost at the tip, feeling the head squishing, feeling the shaft bending a bit, before he slammed back again. It went deeper, sliding and throbbing in him, grinding his prostate hard.

"Ah...ah..."

They were gasping, moaning, groaning together as the rabbit struggled to keep from falling over. He hadn't expected it to feel this good, nor for Jeremy to be this well hung, or for 'Willy' to be that good inside of him. Sliding forward, he almost fell over, and had to slam himself back to keep from losing his balance.

"AH!"

He gasped again, and Jeremy groaned, throbbing in his hole. The blue whale spurted pre-cum in him, the thickness and amount of it almost like an enema deep in his ass. The sensation was better than anything that he could have gotten from a smaller cock, and his tongue hung out of his mouth.

"Ooooh, fuck...how does it feel, sir?"

"Mrrff...mmmph..."

"I'll take that as good, sir."

Bit by bit, he took more of the whale's fat cock. He took it all the way into his depths, having to lean back to allow the whole thing to slide in. There was a bulge in his belly now, he was sure of it, his tight figure almost ruined by the way that he took that shaft. Yet...

Yet, it was worth it. It felt good.

Rachel moaned as he sat in the whale's lap, shivering as he turned around. Jeremy looked down, blinked.

"You...you're a guy?"

"Heh...clueless, aren't you?"

"I...I didn't think..."

"You've got your dick in an ass that can hold you," Rachel said, squeezing down for emphasis...and to make the whale gasp again, groaning as he slumped back. "Don't test your luck, hmm?"

"S-shutting up, ma'am."

"Good boy."

The rabbit chuckled as he started riding again, lifting and lowering himself on the fat flesh pole in his ass. Up, down, up, down, each thrust taking him closer and closer to orgasm. He could feel his own tightness acting more like a cock ring on the fat whale cock, keeping it from blowing too quickly. Fine by him; it meant more time to enjoy it.

Yet, Jeremy was shivering, shaking, panting. He kept looking at the door, almost like he was scared he was going to miss his flight. As if that was what was important now, instead of fucking a hot piece of bunny ass.

Up, down, up, down, each bounce making his cock throb and sway in his thong, dragging the head against the slippery satin cloth on the front. He was panting, huffing and puffing into the whale's muscular chest, knowing that he was going to blow his load any second now. Just a bit more, just a bit more.

He slammed his ass down, and he moaned, shivering as he came into his panties. He curled his toes, moaned and closed his eyes. His cock jerked, spitting cum into and through his thong, staining Jeremy's shirt.

He came to a stop, panting softly, shaking his head as he struggled to pull himself together. Slowly, he managed to look up, and gradually, he managed to get a grin on his face.

"Mmmm, how does it feel, making a dirty little 'girl' cum from her ass?"

"Mmmph...I just...I wanna cum too..."

"Hmmm..."

Rachel tapped his chin a few times, almost like he had to consider it. He wasn't really, of course; Jeremy was going to get to cum, regardless, but it was fun to leave them sweating.

"I suppose -"

Hiss, crackle. The intercom at the other side of the room suddenly came to life for the first time since he had signed up for the job. The holding cell echoed with the slight feedback from it, and Rachel blinked as he turned to stare at it.

What the hell?

"Randy. This is Supervisor Nida. While I cannot quite quote the regulation stating the questionable legality of your 'services', I can say that our passenger has missed his flight due to them."

"What?!"

Rachel fell backwards, yelping as he grabbed hold of the blue whale's waist with all his might. The big guy had just stood up without warning, and that had been more than enough to knock him off-balance. The fact that the whale had managed to break the handcuff chains, too, was a bit of a scare.

"I do apologize for the overzealous efforts of my agents, sir. If you will make your way back to baggage claim, I will see to it that the airline is instructed to rebook you."

"What about my stuff?"

"I am already getting in contact with my fellow supervisors to hold it for you to claim it. Now, if you would send Agent Randy to me, I will see to him."

"Rachel, thank you," the rabbit grumbled.

"Do you want me to change your profile?"

"It's a stage name!"

"Then I will still call you by your official name. Now. My office."

"But -"

"Now."

"...Fucking - Hey!"

Jeremy had pulled him off his cock with no more than a single hand, and the rabbit hung by his ears as the big guy held him off the ground. Rachel - or Randy, now that his dick was thrusting his skirt front forward - blushed.

"Uh...that was fun, right? You didn't have any real problems there."

"You made me miss my flight."

"You could have finished faster."

"That's not my problem. You're security. You're the one that's supposed to either get me on the flight or fix it."

"Well...I...um..."

"Sir. Please report to the baggage claim. My employee needs to report to me."

"...You're lucky that there's cameras in here..."

And just like that, Jeremy dropped him like a hot potato, leaving him flopped out on the floor before storming out, thrusting his cock down his pants in a hurry. The rabbit grumbled as he sat up, shaking his head.

So much for being fun...

"My office, Randy."

"Yeah, yeah..."

The rabbit stopped on the way there to change into his more standard uniform, figuring that it was probably better, even with the stains. Smoothing it down, he walked to the briefing room, and through it, to the supervisor's office. He opened the door -

"Did you knock?" she asked.

"Come on. You called me here."

"I imagine it's hard for you to remember what protocol is like, but I plan on teaching everyone the right way to do things. Now, shut the door, and try it again."

"..."

Grumbling, Randy did as he was told, shutting the door. He rubbed his face, still grumbling to himself about the way this supervisor was acting. They had been doing just fine, and now, they had to deal with a stick in the mud that insisted on following the rules. Why? They were the ones that were meant to enforce them, right?

If she'd just use that dildo we left her...

It'd been meant as a welcoming gift, telling her that they wanted her to be one of them. And then, just because she was a stuffed-shirt, she decided to just throw it in their face? Rudeness. Just rudeness.

But...she was still in charge. For now.

Randy took a deep breath to calm down, fixed his tie - a flashy thing, no matter what dress-code said - and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Was there even a point to that?

He walked in with a smile plastered on his face, forcing it to look as genuine as possible. The German Shepherd had her head down, looking over a piece of paper on her desk, her blue outfit doing nothing to diminish her sexuality to him.

She'd looked hot as soon as she'd walked into the room, her curves filling out her outfit in a perfect, wonderful way. He had stared at her ass, wondering how she'd look bent over, taking it, or how she'd be on her back with her legs in the air. He'd imagined her muzzle open, his cock down it, and he'd imagined her putting on a smaller strap-on and making him cum in his panties.

All that had changed the second she'd opened her mouth, and he still didn't know what to make of the lithe but muscular woman.

"Sit down," she said before he could open his mouth.

Shrugging, the rabbit walked around the single chair in front of her desk and did just that. He got comfortable, crossing one leg over the other as he smiled.

"So, beautiful, what do you want from me today?"

"An explanation as to why you delayed a prominent frequent flyer from making his flight."

"Besides the fact that he was hot?"

He smiled, trying to make a joke about it. Edgar would have laughed at that, given him a pass after a bit of razzing on the subject.

This Shepherd did not.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes, fixing him to the chair with a flat stare. He winced slightly, clearing his throat.

"Um, it felt like he had a, um, deadly weapon in his pants..."

"Unless suitably modified, a part of one's anatomy is not a deadly weapon. Otherwise, we would be detaining every martial artist that passes through the airport."

"Not like they're a huge part of the passenger list."

"No, but the point stands." She folded her hands in front of her, slowly tilting her head to the side. "Do you have anything that excuses your behavior? Anything at all?"

"Why? You going to rip that excuse apart, too?"

"Only if it's a bad one. You are on your last legs, Randy."

"...What do you mean?"

Nida reached into her desk, pulling out a piece of paper. She set it down, turned it around, and pushed it towards him. The rabbit leaned in, then blinked.

"...I...You're not serious..."

"I wasn't called in merely to put a leash on a bunch of miscreants. Homeland Security is tired of all the lawsuits that are coming out of this airport, Randy. The more of these that make it to court, the more work that the higher-ups have to do. Slick is good - very good - at his job, but he can't make everything disappear."

Randy couldn't close his mouth as he stared at the paper. It was a signed order of dismissal, one that would kick him off the job in less time than it took to slam the door on his prodigious ass. The list of offenses for the cause of dismissal took up almost half the page, and not one of them was disprovable.

"How...how many of those do you have?"

"One for all of you."

"You...you could fire any of us...right now?"

"The higher-ups said that it was my decision how to handle this. These?" She tapped the paper with one finger. "These are if I decide that the situation can't be salvaged and we need to start over."

"...Then why didn't you use them?"

"Let's just say that I don't believe in hopeless cases."

"..."

He didn't know whether to feel grateful or scared, but the smirk on the German Shepherd's face told him that either would be acceptable. She was holding all the cards, now...it was just a matter of whether she'd use them, or if the team would break her before she could.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

The End