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A Different World Chapter Three: Learning the Hard Way

By: Cimmaron Spirit

**WARNING: This is a sex story with extremely strange fetishes, activities and kinks, of which most I happen to enjoy, including sex, homosexuality, sounding, anal, oral, vore, and some watersports, etc. etc. If you do not like this, turn around now and find something else. Those not 18 (or 21), or if it is illegal to read this in your area, skip this. Otherwise, enjoy!

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The chestnut colored stallion groaned softly as he started to wake up, his eyes still blurry. Rick blinked a couple of times at the utterly massive wall of muscled brown fur that lay beside him, before remembering the macro stag...Jerackon, his name was; and what happened the night before.

What an evening, Rick grinned, as he quietly slipped off the bed, looking for the bathroom. Besides just doing the normal gay sex stuff such as oral and anal, Rick got a treat when he actually cockfucked the stag in the penis that was almost as big as the horse, blowing his load into the buck's balls, which then came back and nearly blasted the horse across the room from the sheer amount of cum. Jerackon admitted that he usually had bigger when he had sex, sometimes from those with members double, triple, quadruple the size of his own, but sometimes normal size was fine...until the possessor of the normal cock got something much, much bigger.

And, well, that was what he was here for, huh? Rick thought to himself, as he at last found the room that the deer had named the bathroom. The horse stepped in to look at how different the people of Azhilohk did their business, and hopefully to conduct his own.

He recognized what must have been the bathtub (pretty much just a large hot tub big enough for three or four furs Jerackon's size) dug into the ground, filled via a hot spring. A thing he guessed was a sink was also there, which was also filled by the same water source, though was fairly high, more for the stag's size than Rick's, but he didn't care at the moment.

But at that point the similarities ended. For one thing, there really wasn't a toilet, just a trench along the side opposite of the pool, which flowed through a hole in the wall outside. No foul smells could be detected, but Rick guessed that was the toilet. It seemed to make some sense, and, well, they were half animals, and from what he could tell, the human morality he grew up with was non-existent here.

He could learn to like this place.

But Rick had to go, so he positioned himself over the trench and released his bowels. As he did so, his penis released a golden stream that shot out half way across the floor, but soon slowing down and started to pool at his hooves, before dripping into the trench. The relaxation that he felt was replaced with annoyance and embarrassment at having no control at the moment, his cock just going ahead and doing its thing.

"What are you doing, Rick?"a booming voice echoed through the room, scaring the stallion. He looked up to see the massive stag, arms crossed over his massive chest, while his cock hung flaccid between the massive legs.

"Um, well, um..."the horse started to explain, "I had to go, and I thought this was the toilet, but as I started..."

The stag roared in laughter, before stepping into the bathroom (he had to duck his head, his antler almost too big to allow himself in the door), and standing in front of the horse.

"You former human's and your 'privacy'concerns,"the stag chuckled. "I just thought by now you would realize that some actually do enjoy this as well."Before the stallion could say anything, Jerackon grabbed his cock and aimed it beside the horse into the trench. He sighed as a long stream of golden fluids were emitted, which, taking his size into account, was much longer than Rick ever done before. When the macro stag finished, he simply let go, and his still flaccid member, though hanging down by his knees, started to slip back into its sheath.

By this time, Rick had finished, and stood up, looking around for something... anything, to clean himself up with. Jerackon, noticing the confusion, pointed toward the hot spring bath.

"Really?" Rick asked. "Won't that make it disgusting and that, and make us sick later?"

"Furry's have a stronger immune system than humans. And, anyway, the spring will boil off the germs and that," Jerackon explained. Rick sighed, and stepped into the scalding water, rubbing his fingers between his ass crack to finish the job.

When he stepped out and shook the water from his lower half, Jerackon stood there, smiling. "Now... your training begins."

The stag led the equine outside the wooden hut to a large clearing, which looked like a gym some one would expect from the Flintstones or something; Rocks took the place of iron weights, while wood that must have been much stronger than it looked, replaced the bars. Besides the usual array of benches, machines and such, there were also several other things that Rick had never seen before, and reminded him more of a Medieval torture rack than exercise equipment. One was a large rack with four leather clamps, two on top, two on bottom, hooked up to several ropes on a machine. Another thing looked like a table with those leather straps again, though it could be rotated around to turn the person inside it upside down and that.

But, other than that, nothing else seemed to be too out of place; except of the massive shelf loaded down with different sex toys: dildoes, vibrators, leather gear, gags and other such pleasant objects.

"Ummm... What is this all for?' Rick asked, worried what the answer might be.

"Well, did you think training here would just be lifting weights and that? This world has so much more than just simple brute force can fight. Even for someone like me," Jerackon explained. "So... let's get to it!"

The beginning was simple enough. Stretching, then some weightlifting, bench presses (Rick easily did double over anything that he did as a human), squats and all that other stuff. Jerackon watched him, and did some working out of his own. And, being nude, it was difficult for either one to not have a hard on, watching the other muscle hunk working out, sweat glistening off their sculpted bodies.

As they finished the cycle through the weights, Rick's cock was hard, and his chestnut fur was several shades darker than normal. But, as the stag lead Rick to the first of the "other" equipment; he started to have second thoughts.

"What are you afraid of?" asked Jerackon when Rick hesitated. "This here is safer than doing it for real when you're not trained. You, of all furs, should know that you have to practice before you can do stuff for real."

Rick bit his lip, thinking. Yeah, of course I have to try this. I want to stay here. But... do I really have to do this?

The horse sighed, and nodded meekly, stepping up to the bars. Jerackon lowered the rope tied leather straps, and helped to slip them on Rick, tightening them to make sure they wouldn't come off.

As they attached the last one, Rick looked to Jerackon, who flipped a switch, which started to pull the ropes tighter and tighter, till soon the horse was being lifted up into the air, and as it continued, he felt his body start to be pulled apart.

"OWWW!!!!!" the horse whinnied in pain as the bones in his arms cracked. At that point , the tugging stopped, which left the horse three above the ground, and still with four or five feet before he would have reached the top. "What the hell is this for?"

"I need to make sure that you're secure for your first time, when we do this," Jerackon said, moving over to the shelf of toys.

"What is 'this'?" Rick asked, straining at the bindings holding him, which barely let him move.

Jerackon turned around, grinning from ear to ear, while he held a long metal rod, about thirty inches long, and about as wide as a straw, though with a pointed end and a hook on the other.

"We have to get your cock loosened up a bit," the stag chuckled, coming closer, rubbing his now hard shaft, and using the pre that came out to lube up the rod. "And, hopefully by the end of today, we might be able to get you into voring. Of course, we got time."

Before Rick could say anything, the stag took the horse cock in hand, and positioned the rod to enter the cum slit. And with a gentle push, the metal head entered the horse.

Rick shivered as the cool, lubed sound easily entered, and soon started going down deeper and deeper into his cock. He looked up to see Jerackon, who grinned up, then withdrew his hand to allow the cock to hold the metal rod by itself. Then before Rick's eyes, he saw the sound being pulled in, deeper and deeper into his cock. He could feel cock trying to reach up and pull the sound in deeper, and soon the metal probe poked into his bladder, making the stallion whinny in surprise, then groaning in pleasure. It felt so good, so right, having something that deep inside of him. It was almost too much for him to handle at once, and he could feel his pre sneaking up alongside the sound, and starting to drool out.

But at this point, the metal circle hit the flat head of his cock, stopping the sound cold. His cock tried to get around it, but it was still not strong enough to do so.

The stag was grinning from ear to ear. "That is great, Rick! Your penis is already taking it in, wanting it, needing it. With a bit more work, you will be able to vore anything through that!

"However, we must also work on control; you might not want to cock vore something, so we must work on being able to control it," the stag continued, hooking a massive finger into the ring and pulling the sound out, making the stallion cry in pleasure.

"It is mostly a mind over matter thing, so you can will it to either prepare to eat or not," Jerackon added, setting the sound into a tub of hot water that seemed to have appeared suddenly. "So, that is what we are going to work on next."

Rick's mind was still hazy from the feeling of the sound in him, and he only heard a bit of what was going to happen. He could feel his cock starting to wave around of its own free will, searching for something to eat...

And then suddenly it did. Jerackon had a string of anal beads, and he positioned it so Rick's member would get it. It immediately latched onto the first one, pulling it in, then working it down to reach the next one. Rick cried out in desire as his cock ate the beads into him.

"Now, Rick, I want you to stop your cock," the massive stag commanded.

"Wh...wh... why would...I want to ...do that..." Rick gasped and moaned as his cock kept eating the long string of anal beads.

"Well, there is a trap on the end..." Jerackon warned. "But if you want your cock to have its last meal..."

Rick smartened up, and saw the massive bear trap set open on the end of the string, coming closer and closer to his privates.

"Oh, God, stop! Stop it!" Rick hollered, his cock ignoring him, and sucking in more of the beads, unaware of the danger ahead.

"Use your mind!" Jerackon shouted, a bit concerned that this might not have worked like he planned.

Rick whimpered, and his mind started racing trying to stop the hungry peen from being lopped off.

And suddenly, the cock stopped, the urethra stretched over a bead two away from the bear trap on the end. The trap suddenly snapped, cutting the string it was on and falling to the ground with a thud.

"What the fuck?" Rick shouted at Jerackon. "Why the hell did you want to cut off my balls?"

Jerackon shrugged. "For one thing, it is the only way that has been proven to get a beginner to learn how to control his cock. And second, even if it did actually get you, it would regrow back in time." The twelve foot tall stag then reached for the anal beads, and gently tugged them out of his cock, which did not try to eat it back in, but made Rick moan in pleasure despite his anger.

"Plus, if you were confident enough, you most likely could have ignored me and tried to vore it. Some have done it," the stag admitted, though those that tried but didn't...they were the ones that he would rather forget.

Rick looked up at Jerackon, who set the beads into the same hot water as the sound to disinfect and clean it. The mighty stag turned back, and grinned slightly.

"Anyway, how was your first day of training?" the deer asked, as if a friend was asking how their day was.

"Besides nearly losing my family jewels," Rick replied sardonically, "Not half bad."

"So, you think you will be up to some more now?"

Rick shrugged as much as he could in the restraints that held him above the ground. "I guess since I'm here, I might as well."

Jerackon grinned, and went back over to the massive shelf, and pulled out a horse shaped dildo about the size of Rick's. He used more of his pre to lube it, before stepping behind the horse.

"What are you... ohhhh.... AHHHHHHH!!!" Rick screamed as the plastic toy was shoved up his tail hole.

Jerackon grinned. "Now, let's see if your rear will get the same idea as your cock did a few minutes ago. If your member did, I'm sure your rear will as well."

The deer's predictions proved true, as the dildo, without any help, was slowly being sucked in deeper and deeper into the horse's ass, a wet slurping sound proving that it was the ass eating the dildo. And, like the sound earlier, it made Rick gasp, then moan and at last whiney in pleasure as the tough silicone banged up against his prostate, making his cock jump and pre spill out.

After several minutes, Rick at last managed to will his body to stop, and though he himself would rather swallow the whole thing, he had no idea if yet another trap was attached to the end, waiting to clamp around his ass.

"There we go," Jerackon said, grinning like before. "Now, you can vore with your cock and ass. Though, some help will be needed before you can start going for larger objects, as well as using your mouth, it's a start."

Rick sighed, panting from the sheer pleasure, his cock still rock hard and dripping pre-seed to the ground. The stag at last allowed the horse to come to the ground, his feet touching solid earth again.

"Whew," Rick moaned, his legs feeling weak from being held up and having his body assaulted with different feelings and pleasures. Rick glanced over, and saw a large twig, about a foot long, and as wide as his thumb. Without even thinking, he reached for it, and his cock suddenly seemed to spring to life, the urethra opening, begging to be fed. Rick looked to the stag, who shrugged.

"If you're hungry, you might as well. Practice makes perfect," Jerackon said, before he himself grabbed a fallen log almost as tall and wide as himself. "I haven't had anything to eat yet either, so we might as well feast."

The two furs grinned at each other, and Rick positioned the stick within reach of his 20 inch cock, which tried to grab it from his hand. It at last managed to get a hold of the piece of wood, before gulping it down, making the horse nicker. His cock easily slid the piece of wood into itself, even though it was wider than the sound he had earlier. Before too long, the twig at last disappeared into his member, and Rick could already feel the wood being dissolved, becoming seed to feed his hunger. As soon as the first piece had vanished, Rick looked around for another piece, hopefully bigger...

Jerackon, meanwhile, was positioning the log he had for his rear, getting down on all fours and getting it lined up. As soon as he was ready, his tight pucker seemed to yawn open, wrapping itself around the end of it, and easily pulled it in, despite stretching almost bigger than his whole body. Inch after inch of the piece of wood was sucked in, stray branches being broken and falling off as it entered the stag's ass. As his rear swallowed the log, it was already being dissolved into actual nutrients, so there is was little impression of the massive piece of tree in his ass as it sucked the log up.

As Rick finished his second and third piece, he looked over to Jerackon to see the stag, almost stupefied as the pleasure of his ass being stuffed overtook him, his cock digging into the ground as he pistoned his body back and forth to take in more of the log. Rick moaned at the sight, taking his cock in hands and started to jack off, the few twigs he had vored already turned into seed, stretching his massive balls, and making him really sensitive; the simple touch of his cock nearly made him cum right there. However, the stallion wanted to savour it, so slowed down his jacking, as he watched the stag finish his meal.

As the last few inches of wood at last entered his body through the rear, Jerackon bellowed, rearing up and allowing his six foot cock to unleash its load, the white seed shooting off into the trees, making birds fly up in panic and terror. Rick couldn't hold himself anymore, and his member also unleashed its load, much greater than any he had before due to the sheer amount of seed his balls held.

The two orgasms at last ended with soft moans and equally soft splashes of the tail end of their seed being added to the near lake between them. With little more than a glance at the other, both of them collapses to the ground, sleep quickly overtaking the stag. Rick looked at his mentor, before crawling over to the massive behemoth of a deer, and leaning against the soft, sweat matted and cum stained brown fur. He felt at his softening member, giving it a gentle squeeze. Even just the few sticks he "ate" had already added some mass to his cock, just noticeable. And, as the stallion dozed off, he wondered how much more it would take to be somewhat more comparable to Jerackon...

A strange figure emerged from the shadows as evening fell, his job to spy on the new human-turned furry made much easier by the fact he decided to stay with this stag who protected the forest.

How much of a boring job was that? He never could leave or he would lose his powers, and never could do anything to hurt a living creature.

Too bad.

But the massive cervine meathead was not his worry. That human was. And he was learning quickly, even from this humble forest creature.

The Great Lord must hear of this, and fast, the creature thought, dashing back into the shadows. It would be a while yet before the human would be ready, but his master must hear of this. Or, well, he would lose his head over it, and the spy did not want that.

And, anyway, he was just a human. Sure, his master was long before he became the Lord of Azhilohk, but by now he must be more like a fur than anyone born here.

And the spy wanted that to remain the case.