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The darkness flashed with strobe lights and laser beams of all colours, the effect mesmerising for the unwary. The big tiger was not some ingénue though, he had seen it enough times before to be used to the effect.

He looked studied and urbane on the surface, neatly dressed, and a pair of thin rimmed spectacles perched on a nose that sniffed occasionally as if savouring the room. His whiskers were immaculate, and his coat nicely trimmed with a tail that swayed easily behind him as if engaged in its own evening of delight and exploration. Anyone seeing him would have thought a middle aged banker had become lost and decided to stay for the atmosphere.

The effect was what he intended; with his day job, blending in was a definite asset, and in this more unwound and target rich environment, Professor Gruff liked to watch, and admire from a distance unremarked by the unwary before he made his move. Just like his ancestors in the jungle, he always said, laying back in bed afterwards with a grin plastered on his muzzle while his latest conquest recovered from a wild fucking. Underneath the mild exterior, he was a big bodied, muscle gutted daddy with a thick well-barbed cock and a mind to use it. He loved it the most when they begged; and they almost all did, at some point. More than a few had said their ass would always remember him.

He gave a little smile, showing off a shining pair of incisors. The flashes of light were all that most of the occupants wanted, he knew. There was plenty of mutton dressed as lamb in the club, and even the occasional mutton dressed as mutton. Still, he came back occasionally, mostly for the nostalgia.

Clubs had been good once, back when there was a slight frisson of excitement and danger and the sense of transgressing more than a few boundaries. Now everyone was so fucking into it they even had straights coming in to 'experience the vibe' or some such wank. For Professor Gruff, he at least knew what he was here for, and it wasn't to 'experience the vibe'. Unless the 'vibe' was a new name for a well-endowed young stud.

Speaking of which...

He sidled over to the bar, ordering a beer from the bison behind the shiny metal wall, a symphony of brushed aluminium that must have cost a fortune. His old friend Klaus gave him a wave and a grunt, and lifted his t-shirt to show off a serious chest and a shiny nipple ring. Dr Gruff smiled wider at that. He had remembered the night his friend had gotten the piercing; and precisely how the piercing had been achieved. The bison had several vodkas on board, at the end of a long night at the club, and he was in a playful mood thanks to some not so subtle egging on from the diehards still there at 5 am. Even slightly anaesthetised he still had screamed like a dockworker when the tiger's incisor pierced his nipple. He had looked hurt too, but the tiger had just laughed and patted his rump.

"I told you to trust me...I'm a Doctor!"

The bar had joined in the fun and it ended well enough, especially when the bison took him to one of the backrooms for some quality time. He had enjoyed soothing the big guy's pains, and lighting a new fire in his awesomely tight ass...

"You are just in time Prof...new dancer tonight, only started this week." His friend pointed at the stage and poured another for himself.

Professor Gruff sipped the drink and eyed up the stage. The podium was empty, the usual terrible techno blaring out in time to the laser flashes, but he could see a low red glow coming from the podium, as well as a growing excited crowd underneath it.

"Any good?" the tiger lifted his eye in sceptical enquiry.

The bison grinned like a madman and shrugged.

"You'll see."

Now he was intrigued.

As he sat on a bar stool, waiting, he heard the music change to a low bass beat, and the red light began to pulse. A cheer went up from the crowd and there was a slight rush towards the podium. A voice came over the PA system.

"Welcome all to Club Kat. Tonight all you predators out there get a special treat. Our latest dancer, Brandon, and he is always a tasty morsel this boy...but you have to catch him first.." more cheers at that, and a few roars from the more excitable members of the audience..."and I hear, he likes a good ride..." laughter now, and catcalls, and more than a few screams. The tiger thought Something was definitely Up. The bison seemed to read his mind.

"Yeah, he's popular Prof. Fresh meat always is, but this one is special...and believe it or not...straight..."

The tiger was rapt now. Nothing quite like a straight stud...and always the thought of what he might be like...

Then his eyes widened and he had to slam his paw over his muzzle to stop himself crying out as well.

The dancer had made his way to the podium to a chorus of cheers. A tall equine, attired as if about to ride in a dressage event. Jodphurs, jacket, immaculate shiny black hoofboots, he was beautiful. A Clydesdale, judging from the hint of feathering and the bulk, he had a delicious pink muzzle, a big white blaze on his face, expressive ears that flicked sideways, a black coat and mane, and shining green eyes. He had bulges in all the right places, absolutely, and a riding crop swung from one big hand. He was something to behold.

He also looked uncannily familiar.

The tiger drained his drink, ignoring the quizzical look from his mate behind the bar, and headed closer. Every step confirmed his suspicions, and his smile grew in proportion to his certainty. At the point he could not get any closer thanks to the throng of aroused male flesh, it no longer mattered. He knew.

Well well well...

The music began, and was quickly drowned out by the crowd, but he could make out the lyrics, and the slow, throbby beat.

I'm just a bachelor

I'm looking for a partner

Someone who knows how to ride

Without even falling off

"Oh My mister Pony...I'll ride that." Prof Gruff had to admire the equine's choice of music. Certainly appropriate; and as much as he normally hated American R&B, in the current context, it would do wonders for his erection. Ginuwine was a total asshole, but there was something about the idea of ...riding this pony.

The crowd seemed to share his thoughts on the concept.

The music throbbed in time to his cock, and the stallion took it nice and slow, writhing his hips, swinging off a pole that had magically emerged from the podium. He was working the number well, hoofboots gone, shaking his ass as he removed his jacket, and then an immaculate white riding shirt.

If you're horny, Let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

The audience was clapping in time and whistling. The equine seemed to thrive on it, waving his riding crop, then slapping his own ass which drew a fresh roar. His shirt fluttered into the crowd, captured by a minotaur who proceeded to sniff the armpits and let out a bellowing moo. The tiger cringed a little but laughed. This was going to be priceless...

If we're gonna get nasty, baby

First we'll show and tell

Till I reach your ponytail

Lurk all over and through you baby

Until I reach your stream

You'll be on my jockey team

He was down to his jockey shorts now. Professor Gruff had a perfect view of the equine's back, and his ass, framed in a tiny pair of shorts made of red satin. His long silken black tail swished high, and he caught a bodybuilding pose, all his muscles on display, then swivelled on his hips to present a front view. The crowd went wild, ogling his bulge, which looked decidedly impressive against the already damp fabric.

Then the young equine caught his gaze, and the green eyes went wide, and the dancer almost stumbled for a second before continuing, humping the pole now, his fat pouch swelling noticeably as he teased the audience with one finger hooked under the waistband to slowly slide downwards to reveal a patch of curly stallion pubes, and the opening of a nicely plump sheath.

"Off! Off! Off!"

The audience knew what they wanted, and the tiger had to agree. Even a mob can be right sometimes.

"Off! Off!Off!"

A shimmering apparition in red satin fluttered through the air. The tall tiger reached up and caught it on one clawtip, bringing the slip of fabric to his nose and inhaling as he eyed up it's former owner. The equine looked stricken now, but he continued the act.

The scent was quite intoxicating too, thought the tiger. Not too much sweat, and an awful lot of stallion musk.

My my my...

He held onto the jock watching the end game. First the stallion stood naked with his back to the audience, showing off his delectable rump, flexing his butt then spreading his legs to expose in gradual easy stages the deep trench of his ass. Even in the darkness he caught a hint of stallion pucker, that fat ridge of muscle that always felt most agreeable under his tongue, and the long silken expanse of a stallion perineum. And under that, a hefty mass of stallion scrotum...

Then the equine turned, and his final act began.

If you're horny, Let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

Slowly, in time to the music, the stallion let his long thick cock out to delight the audience. It emerged, a little shy at first, but growing by the second, until it swayed in magnificent abandon against his belly and the flare throbbed and pulsed. He stroked himself, eyes closed now, and the tiger watched with his tongue flicking his lips and preening his whiskers. He had made it through to the front now, and as the stallion jacked his endowment, he let out a yell he knew the equine could hear.

"Well Gabriel...we need to talk!"

The equine shuddered, and the music ended. The lights went down, and the crowd erupted. Professor Gruff held his trophy and smiled. All in good time.

****

The tiger was back by the bar again, sipping a drink and watching the writhing mass of furs on the dancefloor when his ears picked up a strange hissing sound.

"Pssst!"

He ignored it, downing half his drink but it returned, louder this time.

"Psssssssssssssst!"

Then something flopped against his left shoulder. He turned casually, as if bored, but he knew who this would be. It took all his control to stifle a big feline grin.

Framed in the doorway beside the bar he could make out an equine. The stallion was wearing his normal clothes now, and the tiger felt that was something of a shame. He looked most delicious in his jodphurs; and even better once he took them off.

With a shrug, Professor Gruff headed for the doorway, and the beckoning equine. Once in the hallway, and able to hear better, the stallion became most voluble indeed.

"Professor! What the...what..."

He could see the poor stud was nervous of course. Equines were easy to read, and he had been reading this one all semester. Normally those ears were sideways in a mark of bored disdain, and his tail was down and swishing the carpet of the lecture theatre as if sweeping up pen lids for a hobby. Those piercing green eyes rarely seemed to be on the Professor, or the whiteboard, or on anything to do with the subject in fact. Mostly they were fixed somewhere else; a somewhere else that might give the tiger a whole lot of leverage.

Now though, it was a very different horse before him. This one had his ears back in fright, his eyes were wide, and his tail flicked high and wide as if in physical manifestation of the equines need to flee. He couldn't though, not yet, and the tiger sipped his drink and smiled in avuncular fashion and patted the stallion on the shoulder.

"Nice moves Gabriel. You really had the audience going..."

The young stallion was impatient now, he could tell from the frown on that muzzle. That very kissable muzzle...

"Fuck that. What the fuck are you doing here Prof?"

"Enjoying a nice Saturday night. And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying for the mid term?"

The stallion looked slightly surprised at that. Academia was the last thing on his mind, but the tiger liked putting him on the defensive in multiple ways. He knew the equine had a reputation as an unreliable student.

"I'm...err..."

"How long have you been here Gabriel?"

The horse seemed to deflate a little. His ears flattened, and he looked mulish.

"A few months. It...well, it pays the bills, and my tuition. Nothing else I could do paid nearly enough to make it through college so..."

"So you went with the path of least resistance and most money."

The stallion snorted, getting defensive. "Well, what do you care anyway?"

Professor Gruff gave his widest smile. This was going to be good, and the more the sexy but annoying shit gave him grief, the more his plans hardened. And he did mean hardened.

"Nothing at all Gabriel. And I know how much you like showing off; I can hardly get you to concentrate in my classes, you are too busy texting your buddies, giving little comments under your breath, and generally making my life a pain in the ass."

"Err...I'm...sorry..."

The tiger held up his hand. The stallion's muzzle may say sorry, but his eyes were still resentful. And worried. Time for the kill.

"And of course, most of the time, it is because you are playing up to that delightful mare in my class, your girlfriend Clarissa. Quite a different student to you of course; she is an exceptional talent."

He could see the shot hit home. The equine swallowed.

"But, I would expect that I guess. She is the daughter of the head of department."

"Ahh...yeah..."

"I am sure the Dean would be very interested in your little sideline. As would his daughter...I take it neither of them know about your little...sojourn in a gay nightclub?"

The stallion was cornered now. He swallowed again, coughed, and looked at his hooves. The tiger handed him his drink, and the equine downed the remainder in one swallow.

"Hmm thought you needed that. So Gabriel...we appear to have a problem."

"Yes Prof...I promise, I'll behave in class from now on."

The tiger merely shook his head at the obtuseness of young stallions. So cute, and so dumb.

"Oh my dear colt, you will. But that is not nearly enough..."

****

The small room was hung with red velvet. Red velvet curtains, red velvet seat. The door was even lined with red velvet. The tiger shook his head at such excess, and mentally shuddered at the thought of what may be making the carpet ever so sticky. He hoped to God it was beer.

Professor Gruff took his place on the single chair. It was comfortable enough, and he settled down into the plush cushion and waited for his companion. He did not have to wait long.

The door opened, and his dancer for the night entered. The stallion was sweating, he could see, drops of it falling from his forelock. He was dressed again, back in his dressage outfit. The tiger definitely approved.

For the moment the stallion stood awkwardly by the side of the room, gnawing one fingerhoof with his teeth anxiously.

"So Gabriel...do you do many private dances?"

The stallion nodded a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, they pay well. Base rate is two hundred and they tend to leave a tip."

"I bet they would like to leave more than the tip colt."

A nervous chuckle, and the equine looked everywhere but at his professor.

"So...do you let them touch you?"

"N...no. Strictly look but no touch."

"Pity Gabriel. I won't be adhering to those rules...ok?"

The stallion's eyes went wide again, then he nodded slowly. He reached for a small flask of vodka, and took a fortifying sip, then a gulp.

"Ready when you are mister horsey."

Gabriel headed to a small console by the door. He flicked a button, and low throbbing music came from loudspeakers in the walls. A nice slow beat; the tiger liked taking his time.

As Professor Gruff watched, the equine gave a slight shrug and got down to business. He had to admit he was magnificent, when he ditched his uptightness. That perfect stallion body moved and writhed to the beat, shedding his jacket and shirt, and shiny hoofboots. The riding crop teased, sliding over a stallion coat shining with sweat, and he came up close and danced for his audience like he had been trained.

The tiger noticed his dancer had his eyes closed. This would never do.

"Look at me horse."

Resentful eyes snapped open, but stayed open. The stallion watched his lone audience, even as he came closer.

"Excellent.....now, can I do the honours?"

Tiger fingers slid under the waistband of the pair of no longer immaculate dress jodphurs and slid them over a pair of prominent hips.

"Hmmm no touching you say Gabriel?"

"N...no Prof...ahhhhhh!"

The stallion's dance came to an abrupt halt as the tiger paws went on a wander all of their own. First the Professor rubbed the bony ridge of the stallion's hips, then some decidedly non-bony places. He especially loved delving into the deep recess of the horse's belly button. It looks so inviting, and the musky sweat proved particularly delicious. He noticed his first shudder, and decided to keep going.

Using just his fingerpads, he traced each individual abdominal. The equine had his eyes closed again, but the tiger didn't mind now. He knew he had him, and as he touched, he heard the slightest groan, and the young equine's pink tongue just barely poked from a slightly open muzzle.

"Ohhh.."

Once started, he could not stop. The hands slid higher, over a nicely plump chest, and found a pair of pert nipples just begging for attention. He felt it was a crime to leave them.

"Ahhh!"

Stallion eyes were open now, as tiger claws raked his sensitive nipples. The eyes dilated in something between fear and desire, and the Professor got a good lungfull of stallion musk from the sweat-stained jock visible right in front of him.

"You know Gabriel, you should really know what these horny guys would want to do with you."

"N...no...I don't..."

"Oh yes you do. It will make you a better dancer. Now, after your little dance there, watching the way your chest muscles move when you dance, I bet everyone is like me and wants to touch those nipples. But some will want to be gentle, and some will want to be rough. Me, I like rough..."

"ARGHH!"

The tiger pressed one sharp claw to the stallion's left nipple and dug into erectile flesh. He brought the claw to his muzzle and tasted the sweet tang of blood. Delicious.

"Of course, most will not be content with just your chest stud. Oh no..."

"Oh God...please..."

"Now, don't beg horse. It is unbecoming...and besides, you know I'm not in a merciful mood for someone who has been so disrespectful in my classes all fucking semester."

"Ohhh..."

"Yes there...like that don't you horsey?"

The tiger was now rubbing the stallion's lower belly, getting lower and lower with each rub. He hooked one claw in the red satin jock and pulled down, revealing the pink and black mass of horseflesh already poking from a wide open sheath.

"Ahhh good horse. You like a male's touch then..."

"No!"

The stallion flashed angry eyes then. The tiger decided he needed a lesson.

"Bad horse. Turn round and hand me your riding crop."

The stallion reluctantly complied, and prof Gruff took his time admiring the hefty mounds of Clydesdale ass cheek right in front of him before administering several hard swats on his student's disrespectful rump. The stallion yelped on the last two, and he knew he had his attention. Time to ramp it up a bit.

"Now...I can also soothe those cheeks Gabriel. And I bet more than a few of the audience would love the chance to do this."

The tiger used his fingers first, drawing little gasps and sighs. But when he finally pressed his muzzle to the deep wide cleft of the stallion's ass, he was rewarded with his first genuine groan of pleasure. And the groan went to a scream when he let his tongue lap along the full length of the stallion's crack from the dock to the scrotum, lingering just fractionally on the pucker as it clenched in horror at his touch and then relaxed in shameful pleasure.

"That's it horse...good horsey..."

Groans became whinnies then as he pulled the jockstrap down, and stripped the stallion of his last clothing. Naked, he was sublime. And he was obviously aroused in spite of himself.

"Turn around Gabriel."

The stallion twisted slowly on his hooves. He was blushing, and his eyes sparkled. And his cock poked from his sheath, the flare already swelling, the length flicking upwards to slap his belly.

"Seem to be enjoying yourself horse."

"No...no..."

"I bet you love it up there don't you."

A sudden flash of recognition, and the stallion buried his head in his hand. The tiger chuckled.

"Getting all these gay guys hot and horny for your body, knowing they want to do this to you and cant. Power...ego...how does it feel stud?"

"Please..."

"How does it feel knowing I can do what I want with you now? Not quite as cocky are you."

He heard a single sob, one that turned to a cry as tiger hands clasped the stallion's endowment. The Prof knew how to treat a reluctant horse too. One paw rubbed the flare in slow circles, while the other jacked his shaft. In a moment the stallion was fully hard and aching, and when the paw on his shaft went to his balls and tickled the underside of a boiling stallion scrotum, he couldn't help stamping his hooves in aroused fury.

"Ohhhfuck..."

"Yes, feels good doesn't it stud."

"Ohhhfuck..."

The tiger decided to tease a little, and one finger extended under the pendulous scrotum to slide up the soft expanse of a virgin pony taint. In a moment he found his target and pressed.

"Wha..."

The stallion's tail hung in midair as the new sensations overwhelmed him, and then he let out a long sigh as a tiger finger sank into the knuckle in his ass and his ring clenched tight trying to cut it off.

"Hehe...tight indeed. Virgin back here are you?"

"Of course..."

"Well, I will give you a little challenge horsey. If you can get me to cum before I make you cum, you can stay a virgin. Otherwise..."

He let the threat hang in the air, but they both knew he was in no mood for mercy. The stallion broke out into nickers and sweat pooled between his pecs. He looked helpless but determined.

"You might want to try a handjob..."

Stifling a whinny of protest, Gabriel fumbled with the Professor's pants. He managed to release an already erect tiger cock, the sight of it making him halt and stare.

"Problem?"

"Um..."

The stallion had never seen an erect tiger cock before. This one was thick, thicker than his own though not as long. And the head...

Without seeming to realise what he was doing, the stallion let his fingers fondle the red raw tip of the tiger's cock, his fingerhooves rubbing over the unfamiliar barbs. Gruff spread his legs and pushed his hips up, rubbing against the hesitant horse's hand. It felt good...it felt very good.

"Yeah...just like that..."

So began an uneven contest; one clumsy, uncertain straight boy, one experienced daddy tiger. And while Gruff definitely enjoyed the feeling of that hand jacking his meat, he was never in danger of losing his load. Whereas the stallion...

"Ohhh..."

"Awww poor horsey. Hold on now..."

"Fuuuuuck..."

He had his paws working in concert now. One rubbing the flare, over and over, the aroused flesh throbbing and twitching, a constant stream of pre leaking from a now wide open urethra. His other paw worked the scrotum, rubbing, squeezing, and one finger with claw extended slid into a horse anus in spasm from the new sensation of touch in a place nobody ever touched.

"ohhh please...stop..."

"Now now Gabriel...try harder stud.."

The hand on his cock went into overdrive now, the tiger's precum smoothing the way. It felt so good...with a grunt he slid a second finger into the stallion's virgin hole and rammed the tips against the swollen nut he felt nicely buried inside.

"AHHHH!"

The first shot came with some warning, thanks to the fingers buried in a horse anus. The ring suddenly clenched, and the stallion's cock gave a jerk, and he watched in awe as the urethra seemed to pulse and the piss slit suddenly gaped.

A line of thick white spunk suddenly shot into the air, described a ballistic arc, and landed all over the tiger's dress coat. It was followed by several more, though the tiger at least directed most of these over the stallion's own coat. His deep grey was now matted in cum, glistening alongside the sweat as his muscles contracted in harsh panting breaths after the hardest orgasm in his life.

"Bad horse...what about my fucking top here?"

Standing, the tiger managed to look furious. It was all an act of course, one honed in many years in the lecture theatres controlling a bunch of young dipshits like this stallion. But he would never know. The stallion just looked horrified as he stared at the long line of his own jizz standing out against the dark fabric.

"Lick it off..."

One tiger hand found his mane, drawing him to the offending spunk. His tongue lapped, tentative, but he gasped and went for it, until every drop was gone. His professor then pulled him into a kiss thick with the tang of colt sperm.

When he broke the kiss, the tiger still had his angry look. And he shook his head in mock disgust.

"Well...you lost horsey. Guess you get to pay a little more. First you have to undress me."

The stallion was endearingly clumsy, the tiger thought. For someone who undresses for a living. Eventually he had his professor naked though, with the erect cock drawing his attention like a rabbit to a cobra.

"Now...time to explore with that horsey tongue. I feel like a good kitty bath...and for once, I'm not licking."

The tiger enjoyed every second of it though. Especially when the horse sniffed at his scrotum and gave a hesitant lick then suckled his balls one at a time in a wet warm stallion muzzle. He was already leaking so much then, but the final straw was the stud lapping at his musclegut. It seemed to fascinate the lean stallion, the feel of that broad wide belly, and he traced each stripe with his tongue under the guidance of a patient teacher with one hand wrapped in his mane.

Finally he made the stallion kneel on the chair with his vulnerable ass high and handsome. He looked so good there, reflected the tiger. He was just disappointed that he would not get to see this view again.

"Now Gabriel...final lesson on what these guys want to do with you. Something like this...now pay attention."

He walked slowly to the side table. The management helpfully kept supplies in every room for just such an occasion, and the tiger approved. Better safe than sorry...and besides, it would help him avoid shooting off inside that incredible ass too soon.

The stallion watched him tear the little packet and release the condom with eyes filled with horror. Then the lube; and he gave it a good thick coating. Virgin horse anus needed some patience, as he knew from experience.

When he stood behind the horse he took a little while to savour the sight. Naked, shaking slightly, but still dropped with his flare leaking the remains of his orgasm, the stallion looked amazing. And when he twisted the long silken black tail around his wrist and lifted it high, the sight of his long taint stretched and quivering was one the tiger thought could make poets weep.

He was not interested in poetry just now though. Something more practical.

"Ahhhh!"

"Relax and breathe...and push back. Makes it easier."

It didn't work, and he felt it all the way in, especially the barbs scrapin along a tightly stretched virgin tunnel. When the tiger rested hilted in his student, he rubbed the two scoops of pony ass like polishing marble, enjoying the feel of them clenching and relaxing as he jerked his hips playfully giving the stallion occasional jabs with his cock.

"Now...try to enjoy stud. And imagine all those fuckers out there watching you getting this...be thankful I am keeping you to myself. Or perhaps....yes, imagine your mare. Bet she would secretly love watching you getting fucked. She would probably finger herself just as I took your cherry...like now."

"Ughhh!"

"Yeah...nice and deep."

The tiger rested hilted in his conquest, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, decided the stallion was ready for the last touch. He picked up the riding crop, and brought it down with a satisfying slap against his student's left butt cheek. The stallion let out a gasp.

"That's for talking in my classes."

"Ow!...ughhhhhh"

Another thrust, another slap.

"And that is for getting an F on the last test..."

"OWWW!...AHHHHH"

"And that is for being a fucking dumb sexy bastard which is the worst of all!"

The room echoed to the sound of slaps; of hips slapping ass, and leather slapping same. The stallion cries and grunts and moans merged into one sort of hybrid whinny, and the tiger began to roar as the pleasure built in his balls. He could feel the incredible heat and tightness of the ass begin to build, like sinking into warm butter, and he reached round with his other paw to feel a swaying stallion cock beginning to twitch in incipient orgasm.

With a few final hard thrusts he pushed the lost straight stud over the edge. He felt the cock begin to jerk, and smelt the sharp tang of fresh semen. The tail wrapped round his wrist pulled on his arm, trying to flag as the stallion ejaculated out his soul, the climax accompanied by a deep moaning whinny of shamed release. And the tiger couldn't hold on.

It seemed to start in the tip of his tail, which is how all the best climaxed did. A tingle, that spread down his tail, into his ass, and centred on his balls and the base of his cock. He jabbed hard, slamming into the hilt in one rough thrust that drew a fresh cry from the defeated jock, and grabbed the muscled hips tight as he unloaded, digging his claws into sensitive stallion muscle. The stud was too far gone in orgasm to notice, though he would be sore as fuck tomorrow. The tiger looked at the clawmarks with satisfaction. Better for the stud to remember anyway. Might keep him in his place when his bum tingled sitting on those fucking uncomfortable seats in the lecture hall.

He pulled out, leaving the stallion still kneeling on the chair. The poor lost stud had his head in his hands now, breathing hard, but otherwise not moving. The tiger rubbed the leather tip of the riding crop down his cleft, teasing a red raw pucker still jammed open, a clenching taint, and a pair of well drained balls in turn. And the stallion's cock remained resolutely hard.

"You are going to behave yourself in my class from now on, aren't you Gabriel?" he whispered in a soft voice as the riding crop slid down his shaft, until it finally reached the swollen flare.

"Y...yes Sir..."

Sometimes, reflected the Prof, the word 'Sir' is the sexiest of all. Especially when followed by the slap of riding crop on a stallion cock.

****

Back in class a few weeks later, the tiger watched his charges with a keen eye. The stallion had tried to be good, he knew. But something about the mare seemed to make it hard for him.

Of course, the fact the minx liked to tease him in class probably didn't help. Like now, for example.

Using the glass front of an old projector as a mirror, the tiger watched the mare's hand sidle along the stallion's thigh...and finally reach his crotch. The poor stud gave a sudden jerk, his ears bolt upright, his tail flicking wildly. Time to strike.

"Gabriel...you can come to the board and work us through Question 3 from this week's set reading please?"

The stallion looked pleading. The mare looked bored now. Poor stud, he mused. Poor, dumb stud.

"Perhaps you should come to my office for a 'chat' after the class?"

That drew a twitter of laughter. He saw the stallion blushing, green eyes shining. The tiger caught those eyes one, and saw him swallow. He also saw him cover his crotch with a hand.

Back in his office, the tiger had time for a drink before he heard the knock on his door. He asked his visitor to open it; the sight of a stallion made him flash the big toothy smile he knew most intimidated the horse. It was time.

"Well Gabriel...looks like you haven't learned, have you?"

"No...Sir..."

As he watched, the tiger saw his student pull out his backpack. He was intrigued now; wondering what the stallion could be intending.

When he saw what came out though, his smile broadened even further.

It was the riding crop.

"Time to ride the pony Gabriel?"

"Yes Professor Gruffy."

Equestrian sports had never seemed so attractive to the tiger. But now, he was hooked; and it seemed a certain stallion was too.