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Relieving Christmas Tension

It seemed like everyone was happy. The café was full of energy. Chatter, laughter, and even joy filled the spacious room. The patrons of the cafe spent their hard-earned money on expensive treats. For today was a day you could spend a little more. It was the Friday before Christmas, the Friday where all work was done and there were only festive times ahead. Even the clerks seemed more cheery than normal, their holiday cheer unimpeded by the hectic state of the cafe.

In a secluded corner, a light-colored horse sat; his left hand ran annoyedly through his mane, while his right clutched a piece of paper. As everyone else was relaxing and enjoying their holidays, Aurelius was in the depths of work. And not fun work either. He was busy grading exams, making sure these students would receive their grades in time to be either excited or severely disappointed by Christmas. From what he could tell, the students would be more disappointed than excited. His own disappointment kept getting to him and he kept at the exams as best he could. One exam done, another 60 to do. Fifteen minutes later, another 59 to do. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.

Aurelius opened the next exam with a groan, confronted with a series of strange, incomprehensible symbols. His eyes opened wide. It was almost like the student made up an entirely new alphabet just to annoy him. Is that a "C" or a "G"? Is that an "I" or a "Z"? And what in the world is that sorry excuse for a letter!? He hunched over, head shaking as he defeatedly wrote to the student that they need to improve their handwriting. He then continued giving himself a headache, trying to make what little sense he could of the exam.

A good twenty minutes went by, his tail twitching with a tinge of exhaustion and desperation. Putting the paper down, he slowly raised himself, stretching his stiff legs. He ordered a new cup of tea, hoping it would calm and focus his nerves mind once more. As he returned to his secluded corner, his phone buzzed. Quickly setting his hot teacup onto the table next to the exams, the horse dug through his pocket filled with all sorts of trinkets and cards, accidentally brushing his neglected sheath a few times before finding his small phone and opening it.

"H-hello...oh, hey Dal," his tired, raspy voice choked out.

Coughing, "Yeah, still marking unfortunately. This one student's handwriting...it's terrible."

Sitting back down, "Oh yes, I'm in the coffee shop again. If I try to do these at home, I'll fail miserably. Too many distractions."

Including his neglected cock, he thought to himself. The horny thing would just keep sliding out of his sheath without any warning while he was marking, and the only thing keeping himself from touching it was the public venue. Though no one was really around this corner of the café...and no one could see over the divider. His hand drifted down to his crotch. "No!" He shouted at himself in his mind, "These exams need to be graded, get a hold of yourself." His silent self-scolding was interrupted with a loud buzz in his ear reminding him he was talking to his friend.

"Y-yes I'm still here Dal, sorry I must have spaced out, all these exams...been here for a good three hours or so already." He started shuffling papers as Dal was telling him to relax and take a break, "No, I can't really take a break, I need to get these marks in as soon as possible, so I can at least enjoy some of Christmas. Anyway, thanks for the good wishes. Let's get together sometime after all these things are finished."

After a few remaining courteous words goodbye, the horse hung up, sinking into the comfortable booth chair behind him, eyes glazing over as he looked at that damned exam once more.

A good half an hour so passed, the stallion slumped back into the booth. He held the latest exam up above him, his head resting back tiredly onto the top of the booth. His eyes drooped close as they could no longer focus on the poorly written exam in front of him. His hand went limp, as the exam he was working on fell onto his face, disguising the sleeping horse.

Unbeknownst to Aurelius, his friend Dal had arrived at the café so that he could help the other horse take a break, seeing his exhausted friend fall asleep from the other side of the room. A mischievous smile appeared on Dal's own face as an idea befell his mind. He walked calmly over to Aurelius's table where he softly snored, the exam on his face fluttering with every exhale. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Dal swiftly ducked under the table, his muzzle almost level with the other horse's bulging crotch. The palomino colored stallion was either having quite the dream or was just plain pent up. Dal surged forward with his plan as he swiftly unbuttoned the horse's dress pants, fishing out the already engorged, but still soft cock. The blunt tip pulsed as it flopped out into the air, released from its prison at long last. Dal's nose crinkled at the thick scent of overworked horse, and he sat there for a moment, contemplating stopping. Unwilling to stop his plan, he moved closer to the bobbing horsemeat and took a quick lick of the cum slit in front of him, the scent diffusing with every second, slowly becoming appetizing. He reached out with his tongue again, this time slowly tracing the outline of the slumbering horse's cockhead. Pulling himself closer, the equine popped the now hardened cock into his mouth, sucking on the tip, while lavishing his tongue around the engorged rim. Unexpectedly, the tip invaded Dal's muzzle, as the slumbering stallion unknowingly thrust a few inches into the warmth below him.

The awakening professor found himself suddenly assaulted by sensations in his groin, hips moving on their own accord as he drifted in between that gray area between consciousness and unconsciousness. Pleasure began streaking through his body as his hips kept pushing up into that teasing and eager mouth, never getting very far. The horse below him smiled up at the still mostly-unconscious Aurelius thrusting his horsemeat just a few inches in and out of his mouth. Dal kept control, until all of a sudden his muzzle descended, deepthroating as much of the big horse above him he could.

The professor stallion jerked awake at that, the exam, previously resting on his face, flung out in front of him, before the stallion reflexively caught it, clutching it hard as his body was wracked with the pleasure of a throat and muzzle caressing his entire shaft. The smile on his friend's face increased as Aurelius made eye contact with his friend, hips still unwittingly bucking into that irresistible muzzle. He wanted to say something, whisper to Dal to stop. Tell him that this was inappropriate, that he should never do this again. But he couldn't. All he could do was keep thrusting those muscular hips in and out of that throat, clutch the ungraded exam in front of him, and try to look like everything was normal as he was being sucked off in the middle of an extremely public space. All that was needed was for one person to walk around the corner, and they would see the dark-colored horse under the table, while the palomino horse's balls slapped up against his chin. But no one did. They all unwittingly went about their merry business, all while the horses continued their horny display.

Aurelius eyed Dal underneath him, eyes pleading with the other horse to hurry up and finish before they got caught. Warmth spread throughout his body, as he suppressed whinny after snort after whinny, pre- undoubtedly flowing into the uninvited but welcome muzzle below him. Dal's smile broadened as he obliged the pent up horse, his hands now working in tandem with his bobbing head. As Dal quickened his pace, the professor bit his lip, the exam in his hand now a crumpled mess. The pent up stallion couldn't hold back as he let out a loud whinny with the first of many ropes of cum gushing down into his friend's throat. The whole café stopped speaking and looked in the horse's direction. The only sounds left drifting through the café were Aurelius's pants and a Christmas song floating over the speakers. The horse's ears flattened in embarrassment as he hoped the silence would soon pass, trying not to make any further noises, as Dal was hungrily still cleaning off his oversensitive cock.

The bells on the door jingled, and just like that, the patrons of the café went back to their holiday excitement, forgetting about the strange noisy horse in the corner, nervously clutching the piece of paper.