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The dark tunnel leading to the stage reeked of stallion sweat as Haley gently stretched his equine legs, still feeling the warmth of the preceding workout in his muscles. The other stallions around him were all doing the same, each voicing various groans and grunts as their bodies recovered from the intense morning practice coach Scott was known for. The chestnut-haired drafter stallion with an admirably athletic build stood in front of the five younger stallions, wearing a stoic expression on his bearded face, waiting for his cue to enter the stage. Haley eyed his thick, equine legs and admirably robust haunches, taking brief glances of his own to mentally compare his physique to that of his coach. He was somewhat pleased with the comparison, even if he was not quite the size of the elder stallion yet. “Ughh~!” Jack groaned behind Haley, inhaling the air through his nostrils before coughing a couple of times and shaking his head. “Fuck! Are they using stronger pheromones this time? God damn, that almost stings!” Haley sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose just like his friend, feeling how the artificial scent of a mare in heat weaved itself into his nostrils. The scent was indeed stronger than what Haley was used to, and the reaction it induced matched the intensity of the odor. Haley’s heart began to beat faster, and the improved circulation brought restless warmth to his legs and loins. A delicate tingle of arousal danced on the surface of his equine scrotum. A second later, he felt his shaft starting to swell up in its sheath. “Shiiit! I think I’m getting a headache.” Elliot, a blonde cob with a creamy-furred equine half, groaned at the very back of the tunnel, anxiously scraping the floor with his hooves. “That’s just your blood fleeing your brain to go down into your dick. God knows if I were a drop of blood in your body, I’d do the same.” The comment from the grey holsteiner spawned some chuckles among the half-equine athletes, all of whom were slowly starting to hang major horse dong from the arousing scent. “Oh fuck off, Marshall!” Elliot scoffed, whacking the holsteiner’s rump with an open palm. “Guys, guys! Calm down, it’s almost time.” The biggest centaur with the lower half of a black draft horse tried to placate the two squabblers, giving them both a meaningful look over his shoulder. “Well, why don’t you tell this ashflank to-” “You should listen to Henry, Elliot. Marshall.” Scott spoke from the front of the line without turning his head. “They are expecting to see actual, grown stallions on that stage. Not a bunch of rowdy colts who can’t handle themselves. Am I clear?” “...Yes, coach.” Both of the younger stallions replied, their voices ripe with sarcasm. “Mr. Scott! We are ready.” All six stallions turned their attention to the sharply dressed woman with an elegant ponytail and glasses who had appeared at the end of the tunnel. She was holding a large clipboard in her hand. “Alright, boys! You know the drill. No fooling around on stage. You get yourselves measured and then mount the dummy. This is a show for the breeders, so put your best hoof forward. And remember, this is how you earn your scholarship. Let’s go.” The bright stagelights temporarily blinded Haley as he walked onto the open stage in the hoofsteps of his coach. The sensation made him want to rub his eyes. Still, knowing he was expected to keep unnecessary movements to a minimum, he simply resorted to blinking his eyes until his sight started to return. The six centaurs’ appearance on the stage spawned murmurs of intrigue in the crowd observing them from beyond the bright lights. Glancing in their direction as subtly as he could, Haley was able to see nothing but dark silhouettes. His equine cock slowly erected itself to its full length, wobbling up and down in the rhythm of his steps, just like the five other stallionhoods of his coach and teammates. Already feeling the effects of the strong pheromones, Haley focused his attention on Scott’s broad back, taking each subsequent step with as much care as he could muster. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to this year’s second stud evaluation here at Berkwood University!” Announced the lady with the clipboard as the six male centaurs settled themselves into an orderly row near the center of the large stage. Each of them placed their hooves parallel to one another, pulled back their shoulders, and raised their chins to a gentle fifteen-degree angle, just like Scott had instructed them to do. “I’m sure many of you present are already familiar with the stallions we have here at Berkwood, but in case there are some new breeders among you, the information of each stud should be showing up on the screen any minute now… There! Breed, bodyweight, genital measurements, ejaculation volume, and last-measured fertility can all be seen on the screen. As you can see, all of our stallions are quite impressive, each ranking over eight points above the national average in overall sperm quality.” Haley could hear some enthused whispering from the crowd, as well as the intense scribbling of pens against paper. He carefully glanced up at the large screen hanging above the stage, unable to see anything but the dark, plastic bottom of the digital display. The pheromones continued to make him dizzy. Dizzy and horny. “All right! As per usual, we will begin by evaluating Mr. Scott, the football team’s stallion coach. Mr. Scott, if you would please proceed to the scale where we will begin by taking the measurements.” The lights on the stage shifted slightly to the left, highlighting the presence of a large, industrial, metal scale, accompanied by two attendants: a man and a woman. They were both dressed in formal business attire, just like the announcer, and held tape measures and electronic tablets in their hands. Scott turned around, lifting each of his hooves high like a dressage horse, making the simple, ninety-degree turn slow and elegant. He then stood still for a few seconds, giving the audience a good view of his majestic side profile before walking onto the scale with slow, confident steps. As soon as the bearded draft stallion had gotten all four of his hooves onto the metal plate, the large, digital screen attached to the front of the scale lit up with glowing red numbers. From where he stood, Haley couldn’t exactly see how high the number was, but from Scott’s breed and build, it was easy to estimate it at around a thousand. The positive murmuring from the crowd seemed to indicate that it was slightly north of that estimate. While the crowd whispered and took notes of the chestnut drafter’s weight, the two human attendants got to work. The stoic expression on Scott’s face barely flickered as the pair of tape measures were swiftly being dragged across his lower body, sliding over and around his flanks, haunches, withers, and legs like they were being wielded by professional tailors. One by one, each dimension of Scott’s equine half was captured by the man and woman and subsequently tapped into the digital screens of the tablets they each wielded. Their work was remarkably fast and efficient. Almost a pleasure to observe from up close. Haley glanced up as the light from the big screen flickered, gradually updating with Scott’s measurements at the rate at which the two attendants were recording them. This time, there wasn’t any greater reaction from the audience, and Haley was well aware of why that was. They had yet to measure the part of Scott which was of most intrigue to those in attendance. Eventually, the well-dressed man and woman both crouched down next to the scale, bringing their tape measures next to the mature draft stallion’s impressive genitals. One could almost feel the entire hall collectively concentrating all of their attention onto Scott’s imposing horsecock for the few fleeting seconds which the attendants purposefully waited before eventually starting to take the measures of the behemotic breeding baton. Even as the flexible measuring tape began caressing his genitals, Scott still refused to react in any discernible way, putting his long experience as a stud on full display for the younger stallions. Just looking at how boldly the two attendants moved their hands along the thick shaft and bouldering horse balls was enough to make Haley’s own cock incredibly restless. The ripe scent of mare pheromones naturally did nothing to help him in that regard. The girth and length of the formidable drafter cock were soon put on display on the screen. A moment later. The proportions of the big stallion testicles were also shown. By the sound of it, the crowd was very much pleased by what was shown to them. “Next up, we will evaluate the current quality of the stud’s semen, which is the primary factor in determining the floor price for that particular stallion’s breeding fees. Mr. Scott, if you would.” The woman with the clipboard beckoned the mature draft centaur further to the left, where another set of lights exposed a hefty silicon cylinder, mounted onto a sturdy-looking metal frame. An equally sturdy, vertical metal bar was mounted about two feet above and two feet in front of the strange contraption; a perfect place for a stallion to hook his forelegs on. As innocuous as the extractor was on its own, the sight of it was shockingly arousing for Haley, who – like the others – had mostly been conditioned to associate it with mares via pheromones and extensive use during each weigh-in. Haley had to struggle not to let his cock leak onto the stage as he stared at the soft-looking silicone entrance, the supple sensation of which was practically burned on his shaft at this point. Scott again took his time moving from point A to point B, slowly walking across the stage towards the extractor. His fully erect drafter cock bounced and swayed in a manner befitting its proportions. A woman wearing a surgical mask, apron, and leather gloves stepped next to the extractor as soon as Scott reached it. She and the stallion exchanged nods before Scott reared and assumed his position on the elaborate extraction rack. The anticipation of the crowd radiated onto the stage as the athletic centaur shuffled his rear hooves and lowered his loins, aligning his meaty mating pillar with the comparably narrow mouth of the translucent mating cylinder with confidence and poise which was difficult for a younger stallion to grasp. There wasn’t a single sound to be heard when Scott commanded his centaur cock to jump a few additional inches, which brought its blunt, partially flared tip into contact with the entrance of the extractor. Haley and the other younger stallions were all incredibly anxious as their coach waited a few extra seconds, giving the equally anxious audience one last look at his equin fuckpole before he would stuff it inside the elastic mare substitute. It was the kind of discipline one could only achieve through age and experience. The heavy draft-horse hips swung forward, and the enormous equine endowment disappeared into the snug sleeve of silicone. Both the sight and sound of the hard horse meat penetrating the squishy, supple tunnel prompted Haley’s member to stiffen up, bringing him a few horse hairs away from shooting out a string of pre as his hot, mating-ready stallion blood got packed into his shaft. There were gasps of delight and astonishment to be heard from the audience as the exterior of the dummy mare swelled up, gaining a few extra inches of circumference from the fat stallion cock inside it. The enamored vocalizations only grew louder once the hefty pillar of stallion sex began pumping in and out of the extractor. Despite the lengthy, showy buildup to the extractor mounting, the act itself was relatively mundane. Scott moved his lower half swiftly and methodically, making the whole motion appear almost mechanical, which was obviously the complete opposite of how stallions usually fucked. The big drafter balls slapped against the extractor at almost disturbingly steady intervals as the mature stallion milked his stallionhood in a way that was inarguably very efficient, yet very lacking in passion, at least to the eyes of another centaur. For the human audience, Haley could not know. Naturally, all the centaurs on stage knew why the pistoning of Scott’s hips was so robotic and why he didn’t let himself loose when he had the chance to decrease the weight of his testes. Scott was meant to merely introduce the evaluation procedure. He was just the appetizer for the whole show that was in store for the prospective buyers in the audience, while Haley and his teammates would be the real entertainment. Lacking in experience and being far less resistant to the artificial pheromones, the younger stallions would be unable to keep themselves in check during the mounting. If Scott’s performance lacked passion, for the younger studs, the extractor mounting was nothing but passion. Nevertheless, the crowd appeared moderately exhilarated while Scott kept humping away at the softly squeaking extractor, all the way up to his eventual orgasm. One could see Scott’s muscular chest swelling with air a second before he rammed his brown haunches against the lifeless silicon mare. A split second after the equine loins had thumped against the barebones stallion-milking-contraption, a bulb of ivory liquid popped out from the opposite end of the stretched-out mating cylinder. Dangling from the extractor, the bulb began to inflate expeditiously, swelling to almost ninefold in size over the next three seconds as more and more centaur sperm continued to burst inside it. The elastic, see-through material stretched and wobbled as the pool of equine fertility fluids within it continued to grow for about a dozen seconds more, after which it finally settled. While Haley was no stranger to the extractor, he still didn’t quite know how this particular part of it worked. Apparently, the model of extractor was fitted with a special slot, which could be loaded with a condom before mounting, saving the stallion the trouble of actually putting one on to do it. It was honestly very convenient for all parties involved. The woman in a surgical mask and leather gloves quickly made her way to the extractor and deftly removed the big balloon of centaur cum, which was almost as large as her head. She only had to pull a pair of small levers on the extractor mount, and soon enough, the filled-up horse condom plopped down into her hands, neatly tied and without a single drop spilling onto the stage. Erecting herself, the woman walked to the very front of the stage, presenting the wobbly bundle of centaur sperm to the crowd as if it were something extraordinary. Although credit where credit was due, the hefty bulb of centaur seed was probably valued in the tens of thousands of dollars, so showcasing it like it was a trophy wasn’t too over the top. Scott deftly dismounted the extractor while the female assistant walked the filled-up condom over to a table towards the back of the stage. There, the elastic bundle of seed was given to three men dressed in teal gowns, who promptly used a syringe to extract some of the condom’s ivory contents. The condom was weighed, and the small sample was placed under further scrutiny, getting its texture analysed by hand, density measured by a sophisticated hydrometer, and a thorough visual inspection with a microscope. The analysis ended up being quite brief, and after less than thirty seconds, the screen above the player’s heads was already updating with a corresponding visualization of the findings. “Subject S. Thompson. Breed: Draft horse. Approximate volume of ejaculate produced: zero point seventy seven liters. Sperm motility: highly progressive. Estimated chance to reach the egg: sixty-five percent. Concentration approximate: fifteen million sperm per milliliter. Vitality approximate: sixty-eight percent. Overall sperm rating: excellent! Projected stud fee for the stallion using the global CenEq-standard: Thirteen thousand dollars.” The ponytailed hostess announced the data visible on the screen, garnering lots of positive buzz and even some applause from the audience. “Remember, Coach Scott is one of our veteran stallions who has already sired a few dozen foals, including three district racing champions and five dressage champions, so the floor of his stud fee will be placed slightly above the recommended thirteen thousand. And since he has formally retired from the role of a stud, he will not be as available to stud as frequently as our younger stallions. So if you want to book him, you will have to act fast. Give it up for Scott!” The audience gave the brown-coated drafter a round of well-deserved applause as he calmly bowed at them, still refusing to adjust his stoic expression in either direction. He then walked his way past the row of anxious young stallions, staring each of them down and nodding his head before disappearing down the tunnel from which the six centaurs had entered. “Next up, we shall have the centaur players of the football team going through the evaluation procedure showcased by coach Scott… And it looks like the first player to get themselves evaluated is Haley.” There was a small tingle on the back of Haley’s neck as the attention of the audience shifted onto him. Had he been any less horny, he might have actually grown nervous, but his arousal had already inflated to the point where it drowned out any sense of shame a stallion could have felt from standing with a raging hard-on in front of dozens of people. All Haley wanted to do was fuck. He could already feel the extractor beckoning to him as he slowly turned towards the scale, mimicking the movements of his coach to the best of his ability. As he walked across the stage, his cock twitched restlessly. The scent of the mare pheromones grew thicker, and Haley’s self-awareness dwindled drastically. Haley’s stay on the scale was far less graceful than that of his coach. His whole body felt heavy with lust as he stepped onto the metal plate, and getting his lower half measured intrusively and intimately didn’t help the restless throbbing within his loins. Most of his mental capacity was drained by the simple act of standing still, and he didn’t even fully succeed in that, as his equine half was so desperate to mount the enticing extractor, which was only a few feet away from him. The only silver lining in the process was the fact that the two attendants displayed commendable haste in taking the required measurements, although they had some difficulties measuring Haley’s cock, which kept jumping around and squirting sticky centaur pre whenever they attempted touching it. In the end, one of them had to hold it down while the other conducted the actual measuring. Even the smallest of touches from their gloved hands made Haley want to squirm. It was just that stimulating. If it hadn’t already been apparent, the concentration of mare pheromones in the air had been considerably increased from when all the stallions had entered. It made sure that when all of Haley’s relevant dimensions had been recorded, there was nothing on his mind except for the cushy extractor in front of him. Haley reared. His forelegs thumped against the horizontal metal bar above the extractor. Enthused gasps got carried over from the crowd, but he didn’t hear any of them. All he heard was the violent throbbing of his equine genitals. His loins were anxious and wanted to start humping away before Haley had even had the time to line himself up with the milking device. Fortunately, there were two pairs of experienced hands present to guide his flaring stallionhood onto the extractor, at which point the young paint only had to let his biology take over. With the intoxicating scent of a fertile mare pounding his rational mind into full submission, Haley set out to do the same to the squishy tube of innocent silicone. The mount rattled as Haley threw his haunches at the extractor with abandon, eliciting impressed gasps and chuckles from the throng of prospective buyers. The two handlers who had helped him mount the thing backed off a couple of steps, but remained at a distance where they could assist him further if need be. Much like the other humans on stage, they knew their task. Haley fucked the extractor as hard as his loins would let him. He thrust his stallionhood into the elastic caress of the see-through sleeve again and again, paying little mind to anything else going on around him as his balls churned with desire, begging to be relieved of their contents with utmost haste. Pleasure rippled across the taut surface of Haley’s equine shaft with each forward and backward movement of his haunches, extracting bodily satisfaction in heaps from the subtle friction between the stretchy silicone tunnel and the hard pillar of stallion sex. Haley voiced a wanton, desperate gasp as his cock accidentally slipped out of the extractor, causing his next four thrusts to miss entirely. But before the exhilarated audience could admire his flaring breeding baton for too long, the two handlers stepped in and expertly guided the desperate horsecock back inside the silicone mare. It only took a few more seconds before the animalistic urge to ejaculate overpowered Haley, and he released a deluge of thick stallion sperm into the depths of the extractor. He felt his shaft squirming in the confines of the plastic cavern as the potent centaur seed surged up from his throbbing testes and rushed through his urethra, sweeping his mind completely blank with recurring waves of reproductive ecstasy. He regained his senses for a split second between the intense throbs of his stallionhood, only to lose them again once the next serpent of centaur essence got pumped out of his genitals and into the swiftly swelling condom at the opposite end of the dummy mare. The world around Haley was bright and disturbingly hazy when the two handlers helped him down from the mount. Both his temples and loins were throbbing with unease, and it took a short while for him to fully find his footing. The air around him still reeked of lusty mare, but the ejaculation had drastically reduced its effects on Haley’s body. Now he mostly found it irritating. As he was being guided away from the extractor, he took deep breaths, feeling more and more lucid with each one. “...-roximate volume of ejaculate produced: zero point five-two liters. Sperm motility: progressive. Estimated chance to reach the egg: sixty-one percent. Concentration approximate: fourteen and a half million sperm per milliliter. Vitality approximate: sixty percent. Overall sperm rating: excellent! Projected stud fee for the stallion using the global CenEq-standard: Eleven thousand dollars.” The results of the sperm analysis seemed to echo all over Haley as he slowly trotted his way towards the tunnel. Halfway across the stage, he recalled that he needed to acknowledge the audience and stopped to take a hasty bow towards the stagelights, doing his best to put on a confident smile despite feeling distraught. “She’s all yours…” He muttered jokingly, patting Jack on the shoulder as he walked into the comforting darkness of the tunnel where Scott was waiting for him. “You alright?” The older stallion asked, handing Haley a bottle of water. “Yeah… Just a bit dizzy.” Haley replied, taking a hefty swig of the clear liquid, which instantly made him feel better. “Good… I advised them against using the stronger scent this time, but you know how it is… The start of the season. The breeders need to be given a show.” Scott continued with a serious expression on his face, watching as the attendants began measuring Jack, who was visibly antsy and excessively interested in the extractor. “But hey, you broke five digits. On your mounting fee. Not half bad for a second-year stallion. Paints are in high demand again this year.” Scott patted Haley on the shoulder. “I reckon you’ll be getting a lot of bookings this season. Make sure to maintain a good diet to keep your swimmers in good shape. And remember to cool your balls properly the night before, so you will be shooting healthy loads the day you are booked to stud.” “Yes, coach…” Haley muttered, having heard the same spiel from Scott at least a dozen times. “Whoa! Jack really couldn’t wait, could he?” Haley turned his head and watched his friend getting into a passionate affair with the extractor. Whatever the audience reaction was got drowned out by the lewd sounds of furious stallion-on-extractor mating, which momentarily filled the stage. Jack managed to last a few thrusts longer than Haley had, in other words, around sixteen thrusts before it was his turn to blow an ivory balloon with his centaurian cocksnot. Haley watched his friend shuddering with ecstasy as the condom filled up, and that ecstasy subsequently getting replaced with disoriented confusion when the pleasure wore off a moment later. Jack was helped off the mount, and he staggered for a while, being supported by the two handlers, before his sense of balance returned. Still appearing slightly confused, he smiled and waved towards the audience. After that, he made his way towards the tunnel with noticeably uneven steps. One stallion after another stepped onto the scale and subsequently mounted the extractor dummy with varying ferocity. Most of them had to be helped in penetrating the extractor as they were too eager to get it done themselves. The crowd, consisting of human horse breeders, seemed thoroughly pleased by each performance, appearing more exhilarated the more fierce the mounting was. Henry and Elliot ended up garnering the biggest reactions out of the audience, the drafter due to the outright monstrous amount of ejaculate he managed to produce, and the creamy cob due to how fast he finished, in merely five thrusts. By the end of it all, the rowdy scent of a rutting stallion was almost as prevalent as the mare pheromones. And that was a scent even the humans could surely smell. … “What was your floor fee?” “Eight thousand.” “No way… Mine was only seven thousand… How about you, Haley?” “...Eleven.” “No fucking way?! Even though your load was so small?” “They pay for the breed, you jackass! Paint horses are in way higher demand than your creamy cob rump.” The steady hissing of running water echoed around the large shower facilities of the centaur-fitted locker room as the five half-equine players cleaned themselves up after their appearance on stage. The rest of the team had yet to arrive, and even with all stallions engaged in lively conversation, the showers were a lot quieter than usual. Haley placed his head under the running water and allowed it to seep into his hair, feeling the dizziness induced by the mare pheromones washing off his body. It felt good. He leaned his hands against the wall and just breathed for some time while the cool water trickled down his shoulders and back, wetting his naked body. “Haley!” The paint stallion was disturbed by a whistle from the next stall. Looking over, he saw Jack nodding towards his rear. “Give me the usual and scrub my hinds. I’ll do yours when I’m done.” “Not even a ‘please’?” Haley chuckled, grabbing a worn-out brush from the small metal rack next to him and backing out of his stall. “Your loads are worth over ten grand. I think you can afford to scrub my ass without excessive gratitude.” Jack replied indignantly, eliciting some chuckles from the other stallions. Haley retaliated by firmly yanking his friend’s dark tail, steering clear of the instinctual equine kick that Jack attempted as a result. “Watch it back there!” “Why? A superstud like me should just do what he wants? Isn’t that right, Mr. my-fee-is-only- nine-thousand?” Haley smirked, whacking Jack’s rump with the brush, prompting the other stallion to flinch. “Fuck! I got shampoo in my eye! Just… Fucking wash my rump you goldcock. Man that stings!” “Sure, sure…” Haley muttered, starting to stroke through Jack’s chocolate fur with the brush while the dark-haired stallion attempted to wash his eye, which had been assaulted by the shampoo. “I have to say, those pheromones back there sure were strong… I feel like they have yet to leave my system, even now.” Marshall raised his voice from a few stalls over. “Yeah! The coach said they were using a stronger blend this time. I got hard almost immediately upon smelling it. Must have also been because I had held it in for almost a week.” Elliot replied. “It feels like it’s getting harder and harder to abstain from mounting and jerking off whenever we’re told to. I know it’s for the showcase but damn… During practice I felt like my nuts were dragging on the grass with how full they were. Stallions aren’t meant to go for long periods of time without mounting. Although I guess I have it pretty easy. I know Henry’s balls must have weighed twice what mine did since he’s a drafter.” “They did look awfully swollen during practice.” Jack chimed in. “And he did blow that monster load… What was it? It was almost a liter wasn’t it?” “Zero point nine four, so not far off…” The black stallion in question muttered from his stall. “It was my biggest one yet, I think… And it better have been since my nuts were weighing my haunches down like an anvil. Totally threw me off during practice as well. Doing sharp turns feels so sluggish if you haven’t emptied your balls in a while. I know they can’t weigh that much more, but you can feel the difference.” “I know! It’s just like when you drop your cock if it gets too hot in the summer. The aerodynamics of it is something you definitely notice.” Marshall replied. “Hahahah! These guys are fucking talking about the aerodynamics of horsecock!” Jack laughed out loud. “Can you believe them, Haley?” “No, no, it’s true!” Marshall defended himself. “You know the humans sometimes tape the nuts of their racehorses so that the stallions have an easier time running. And one with a cock as girthy as yours should definitely know that it affects your running, like it or not.” “Listen to the physics major… Haha! You should give the rest of the team a lecture about the physics of ball-taping and cock-flopping and see how hard they will laugh.” Elliot laughed from his stall. Haley couldn’t help but smirk at the comment. “And I am supposed to take that from someone whose ejaculate is only worth seven thousand?” The Holsteiner snapped back. “That’s right, you had the lowest fee, didn’t you, Elliot? You’re the cheapest fuck.” Jack chuckled. “What did we agree on? The one who is the cheapest gets mounted by everyone else?” “To be honest, I wouldn’t even mind it right now. I’m still so fucking horny from the mare scent on stage. By the time I got to have my way with the extractor, I ended up blowing my load instantly. Working out some of this induced rut might do me some good. Might do all of us some good.” Henry was just about to say something when the five showering stallions heard a miscellaneous cacophony emerging from the locker room. The sounds of football helmets being tossed onto benches and into lockers started echoing into the showers as well as the distinct, post-practice banter every college football player was familiar with. “Sounds like the rest of the herd has arrived,” Haley spoke up, finishing his brushwork on Jack’s rump. He gave his friend’s equine buttocks an open-hand slap before returning to his stall. “Oh yeah, they’re here! I see five horse butts sticking out of the centaur stalls!” A male voice soon called out from the shower entrance. “Hi Matt! Had a good back half of practice?” Henry called out. “Pretty good! Didn’t get to jerk off with a giant fleshlight in front of an audience, but it was good.” “Is that jealousy I hear?” Jack raised his voice. Matt didn’t reply and simply walked to the row of showers on the opposite wall. Finishing up washing his front half, Haley backed out of his stall. Turning a quick one-eighty on the slippery tiles of the shower floor, he walked his equine half back under the shower. As the refreshing water splashed onto his rump and lower back, he saw the next pair of human players entering the showers. “Oh, look! It’s Haley and the four asses.” “Shut up, Mac!” Jack groaned. “You know, that’s actually his best side,” Haley smirked, pointing at Jack’s behind. The athletic young man with short curly hair smirked back at Haley. “So, how did it go? Which one of you was the prized stud? It was Henry, right? Cause some of us had a bet going on, and I bet on him.” Said the more robustly built young man next to Mac, eyeing the big drafter as he executed the same rotation maneuver as Haley had done a moment ago. “You didn’t let me down, did you big guy?” Henry gave the human a high five, but ended up clicking his tongue at his eager grin. “Sorry, Travis. Haley got me beat this time around.” “God dammit!” Travis groaned, much to the other players’ amusement. “So now I owe Shaun fifteen bucks. You can cover that, though, can’t you, Haley? Since you made me lose. How much were you worth in the first place?” “Eleven K.” “You’re shitting me! You oughta be buying us all beers the next time we hit the town.” “You know almost all of that goes into their scholarship, right?” Mac chuckled, joining Matt in the showers. “Just like the college takes most of our first contracts as well.” “But still, that’s so fucking wild to think about. Eleven thousand dollars just for humping a mare for a minute or two. If I got paid that much for doing that, I wouldn’t even play football. Hell, I wouldn’t even go to college.” Travis whistled, joining the other two. “So who was it?” Asked the broad-shouldered man with a starter mustache who entered the showers next. “It was Haley, wasn’t it?” “Yes…” “Boo-yeah!” The young man shouted, pumping his fist in the air before sliding his way over to give Haley a fist bump. “Thanks for the sixty bucks. I knew it was the right call to bet on the paint stallion. Remind me to buy you a beer sometime.” “He doesn’t need you to buy him anything. He makes eleven thousand per nut.” Matt raised his voice. “That’s crazy! Though, doesn’t coach Scott make like twenty thousand per one fuck?” “He does, but he’s also got the prestige to match that price. Reputation carries a lot of weight in horse breeding circles.” Marshall replied. “And Haley might even make that too if someone bids that high for him. That eleven thousand was just the floor price.” “Wouldn’t mind that…” Shaun whistled, twisting up his towel and lining up a shot to Jack’s dark-brown stallion rump. The snap of the impact echoed around the showers, eliciting a sharp yelp from Jack and some chuckles from the others. “Fucking hell, Shaun! Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” “Sorry, can’t help myself. Your big horse ass was just begging for a little whipping. And I thought big stallions like you wouldn’t even feel that kind of a smack.” “You probably just startled him. He has yet to recover from the time Aaron accidentally whipped one of his nuts with his towel.” Haley grimaced exaggeratedly. “Oh yeah. Haha~ But don’t worry. You should know from my passing that I have a much better aim than Aaron.” “Still, you should be careful,” Henry interjected. “You know his scholarship depends on those nuts, right?” “Fair enough… How did it go, by the way? Besides the fact that Haley had the most valuable jizz? Were there lots of equestrians watching you?” Shaun continued, strolling his way to the opposite end of the room and turning on one of the showers. “Hard to say. The stage lights were so damn bright, all I could see were their silhouettes.” Marshall replied, reaching at his rump with a comically long brush. “Overall, it was a pretty routine showcase.” “Do none of ya’ll feel nervous doing it in front of a crowd? I feel like I wouldn’t even get it up if I was put on stage under a spotlight and told to beat one off.” “They got the entire stage doused in artificial mare pheromones. You breathe that stuff in as a stallion, and you’ll get the kind of boner that stops you from thinking. Period. Like, you will want to nut so bad it will drive you insane.” Elliot explained, turning around and assisting Marshall with washing his backside. “That sounds kind of rough, and kind of hot at the same time,” Matt muttered, rubbing the foamy shampoo into his hair. “It is a bit of both, yes.” Haley nodded his head. “It’s kind of like getting drunk. It feels sort of good, but at the same time, it’s uncomfortable since you know you’re not fully in control of your own body. And once the thrill of it is over, it leaves you with a kind of dizzy, hangover-ish sensation, which takes a while to wear off.” “Yeah, and its effects tend to linger as well. Even after ejaculating, you can feel dizzy and horny for almost an hour or so. But that really depends on the stallion.” Henry continued Haley’s explanation. “So that’s why you’re all letting it hang out right now?” “Partially, yes. It also helps us cool off, and you know… It’s not like we want to walk around with sweaty dicks.” Jack sighed. “You know I’ve been wondering something. Which one of you has the biggest dick? Or I mean, Henry’s got to have the biggest one, but how do the rest of you rank against him? Surely they measure you during the showcase, right?” “They do… But we were all so dazed from the pheromones, I don’t think any of us saw what they put on screen. But you’re probably right about Henry being the biggest, since he’s a draft stallion.” “Yo, Henry! Why don’t you show off that bad boy when it is fully erect!” Mac shouted. The dark drafter obliged and performed a couple of belly slaps with his half-erect horse dong, which were more than enough to make it swell up to its full size. Some more human players entered the shower and responded to the loud cock slaps by clapping their hands, mimicking the sturdy echo that made rounds in the showers. “That’s got to be like thirty inches, right?” “I think it was twenty-eight in the last showcase. Hard to say if it has grown much from then.” Henry shrugged. “I’m pretty sure it has. Mine was twenty-five last time, and now yours is much bigger than mine.” Marshall commented from his stall. “No way you were twenty-five inches last year.” Jack shook his head. “My dick was twenty-one inches, and you were at best two inches longer than I was.” “I still have my breeder card from last year. It lists my penis length as twenty-five inches.” “You want to measure? There is absolutely no way your cock is four inches longer than mine.” Jack raised his voice, stepping out of his stall and slapping his belly with his stallionhood. “Here we go again…” Henry chuckled as Marshall emerged from his stall and trotted over to Jack. The holsteiner stallion’s cock was already at full mating capacity. “Haley! Come on over and tell Marshall he’s full of shit. And Matt! Since you’re done washing up, you take a look too.” Haley and Matt glanced at each other. Matt shrugged, as did Haley. They both then walked over to the two stallions, who were busy aligning their lower bodies with one another. Jack and Marshall continued to bump and shove each other with their equine halves for a while before settling down and allowing the other two to inspect them. Haley leaned his upper body towards the floor, and Matt crouched next to him. “Hang on… You two are not aligned at all…” Haley muttered, quite brutishly yanking Marshall forwards by his cock, trying to get the two stallions’ sheaths approximately on the same line. “...There! Any comments, Matt?” “Hmmm… To me, that sure looks like a four-inch difference. Could even be five.” Haley focused his gaze on the blunt tips of the two erect horsecocks, estimating the difference with his eyes. “That’s definitely over four inches difference. Sorry, Jack.” “Haha! There you have it!” Marshall chuckled triumphantly, slapping Jack’s brown rump with his tail. “Although, maybe it’s just cold in here. Who can say?” “Fuck off! At least my dick doesn’t have the girth of a toothpick.” Jack groaned, slapping his cock onto his belly to taunt Marshall, who was already turning away. “Whatever, stubbydick. All I said was that my cock was twenty-five inches long, and that has now been established. Your dick could be as thick as a football, and it wouldn’t change the fact that you were wrong.” “I’ll show you stubbydick!” Jack grunted, kicking up his forehooves and jumping onto the grey Holsteiner’s back abruptly. Both stallions staggered forward as Jack locked his forelegs around Marshall’s waist. “Let’s see how your ass likes the length and girth of my cock!” Marshall tried shaking the other stallion off with poor results, although an astute observer could see that the Holsteiner didn’t put up too much of a struggle. Mounting one another was not at all uncommon amongst the half-equine players of the football team. It was a solid way for the stallions to blow off some extra steam and also deepen their bond as teammates. The broader centaur community even had a saying about it: ‘You’re not fully acquainted with another centaur until you have mounted them, or let them mount you.’ “Haaa~ They’re not going to actually fuck, are they?” “The pheromones have yet to wear off in full… Mounting is the quickest way to get them out of their system.” Henry sighed, watching as Jack attempted to thrust his thick horsecock underneath Marshall’s tail. “Ahhh~ I don’t want to shower with two stallions humping it out in the background. Haley! Do something about them.” Travis groaned. Deciding to have some fun, Haley swiftly reared and clambered on top of Jack, prompting his friend to momentarily cease his own mounting efforts. “Hold it right there!” Haley announced, slapping his cock against his belly and subsequently poking its tip against Jack’s rump. “We have over two feet of hard stallion dick aimed directly at your tailhole. Lower your cock and slowly back away from the submitting Holsteiner. If you do not obey, we will be forced to penetrate.” The police-esque speech garnered some chuckles from the other players, but did not seem to deter Jack from mounting Marshall. He continued palpating for the other stallion’s tailhole with his cock, not managing to land a precise thrust to where he wanted. “This is your last warning! Dismount that mare, or we will penetrate you. After five seconds, we will be advancing into your anus.” Haley kept up his act, starting to slap his cock against his abdomen with the countdown. “Five. Four. Three. Two… On-” The rhythmic stomping of hooves suddenly echoed around the showers, prompting everyone inside to direct their gaze towards the entrance. There, they saw Scott with his muscular arms crossed and his brow furrowed in disapproval as he looked sternly at his stallions. Haley promptly stepped down from on top of Jack, and after a small delay, Jack did the same. “Really, you guys? I leave you alone in the showers for five minutes, and you are already mounting each other?” Scott sighed, shaking his head. “I know the pheromones can be tough to handle, but I need you all to show some restraint, some discipline, now that the breeding season starts up again. And that means keeping your dicks in your sheaths for the time being. So no mounting one another in the showers, no excessive masturbation in your dorm rooms or anywhere else. Now, I know that sometimes you have to take care of business like all stallions do, but at least try to limit yourselves to not carelessly spilling your seed if you are booked to stud the next day. You’re no exception to this, Elliot, even if you have a girlfriend.” “You all know that the highest bidders will want their mares knocked up first, so I need you all in prime breeding shape for the next two weeks at the very least. If you really have to oust some colts, you can jack off… Or if that doesn’t quite cut it, you could seek out a mare as well. Now, I remind you, my daughters, Samantha and Jessie are also students here at Berkwood. While I won’t forbid you from mounting them, I think you all know how I find the idea of you wasting your scholarship seed on my daughters in particular... The last thing any of you wants is to get sanctioned for underperforming during your stud-duties. Your scholarships are at stake here, and our school has a reputation to uphold. I know I may sound strict, but those are the rules.” Scott’s speech was met with silence by the younger stallions. “Alright… Finish up and get back to class. And remember to swing by my office after five for your preliminary breeding schedules.” As the older draft centaur disappeared from the doorway, Jack, Haley, and Marshall returned to their stalls. “Strict as ever I see…” Shaun muttered once Scott’s hoofsteps had faded away from the locker room. “The school doesn’t mess around when it comes to horse breeding.” Henry shrugged, shaking some of the excess water off his lower half. “What kind of sanctions do you get if you get caught wasting your nut on something other than stud duties?” “It depends. Could be some menial work in the barn, extra stud work, or loss of course credits. Worst case, they could suspend the scholarship, although that would be a really extreme case. The school does not actually care that much about what we do. At the end of the day, if the mare gets pregnant, everything is just fine and dandy. The sanctions are more of a deterrent to keep us in line.” “Although some breeders do actually weigh our nuts before and after the mounting to determine how much we ejaculate. Higher output naturally corresponds to a higher chance of impregnation, even if the difference is minimal.” Elliot chimed in. “By the way… What does your girlfriend think of you studding, Elliot?” “Other than the fact that it forces me to hold back on mounting her, she doesn’t really mind. But if I’m ever booked for too long, I can always ask one of these guys to fill in for me. Last season, we actually got caught fucking behind the stables right before I had a stud session. Thank god Scott managed to persuade the dean not to sanction me.” “Yikes! You must have either been really bold or really pent up to try fucking right before a session.” “Not me. My girlfriend was. You wouldn’t know how difficult it is to say no to a mare, much less my Allison, when she’s feeling the heat.” “Yeah, Allison is definitely the dominant-type. You shouldn’t really mess with her when she wants some shaft.” Jack concurred. … “...And thus, you can see that delegates are very beneficial for defining callback methods. This means you can write a method that compares two objects within your application. The method can then be used in a delegate for a sorting algorithm. And because the comparison code is separate from the library, the sort method can be…” Haley shifted his weight from one flank to another, trying to ease the numbness tingling on the surface of his forelegs, which were tucked underneath his body. He focused his eyes on the complicated application diagram being projected onto the large white canvas at the front of the class, doodling a crude mockup of what was being shown into his notebook while the middle-aged female teacher continued giving the lecture. The classroom clock ticked steadily above the door of the lecture hall, some odd twenty feet in front of where Haley was lounging. It’s dark, plastic hands pointed to two and three. “Wouldn’t it be more suitable to use a function pointer in this scenario?” “We could potentially utilize a function pointer as well, although the simplicity of the method does not require it. If there was a need for us to have more control over the calling convention for the method, then a function pointer would serve us better. Here, a delegate is more than fine.” The teacher replied to a male student who had asked the question. Haley looked at the clock, then glanced at his phone, which lay screen down next to his notebook. He was already dreading what he would have to do whenever the phone buzzed, which would be any second now. The slide being projected onto the canvas changed, and Haely got to work taking notes. He had gotten about half of the slide copied into his notebook before his phone vibrated against his desk. Haley didn’t even need to pick up his phone and look at the screen to know what it was, but he did so anyway. It was a calendar notification from the school: “REMINDER! Stud: HALEY. Booked mounting at 15:30. Client: Lady Ulrich. REMINDER!” Haley promptly began putting his things away, closing his notebook and sliding it into his bag, doing the same for his mechanical pencil, water bottle, and laptop. As much as he tried to be quiet, his subtle rustling still garnered some attention from the students sitting closest to him. With his bag all packed up, Haley sighed heavily and prepared himself mentally for a few seconds. He then got onto his feet. And as usual, being quiet and being a centaur exhibited their perpendicularity. Haley’s desk rattled, and his hooves chafed the floor of the lecture hall as he rose onto his equine legs, immediately standing a good foot or two taller than everyone else in the room. The teacher paused her lecture, and nearly the entire class shifted their attention onto the paint stallion near the door. No matter how many times he experienced it, getting up and leaving in the middle of a class always made Haley feel embarrassed. Ignoring the stares of the human students to the best of his abilities, Haley established eye contact with the teacher. He gave her a faint, apologetic smile and nodded towards the door while mouthing the word “sorry”. She, drawing a sympathetic expression onto her face, nodded her head. Nearly all of the teachers at Berkwood were aware of the unique circumstances of the centaur students, and they were rarely questioned if they had to leave in the middle of a lecture. In fact, most of the students knew what Haley was leaving the class for, which naturally didn’t make being the center of their attention any easier. “So, about the parameters that can be passed along to a given delegate…” The teacher raised her voice, trying to regain the class’ attention while Haley walked his way to the door as quietly as he could and snuck out. He could still feel at least a couple of stares on his white and brown rump until the moment the door closed behind him. … The halls of the university were mostly empty as Haley trotted his way through the school building towards his destination near the football stadium. He navigated himself to the nearest freight elevator, opening its doors with a special badge which was only issued to the university’s half-equine students and parts of the janitorial staff. While not outright impossible, navigating the stairs that most of the student populace used was considered hazardous for centaurs. And since there was no way any of them would fit in a normal-sized elevator, they were given the privilege of using the few cargo lifts situated across campus. The privilege of using undersized metal boxes, which forced a grown stallion to stand halfway hunched, located at the most inconvenient, faraway places of the campus, and which rattled louder than the engine of a fifty-year-old tractor. It was far from ideal, but Haley had mostly gotten used to it. Not like there was an option for him not to. Despite the substantial income the school administrators earned from horse breeding, they were infuriatingly reluctant to invest in proper facilities for their centaur students. Aside from the breeding stable, that was. After the relatively short and noisy elevator ride to the ground floor, Haley made his way to the nearest set of doors and promptly exited the school building. Once outside, he tightened the straps of his backpack, making sure that it sat firmly on his back before launching into a gallop towards the football field and breeding stable. There was no actual need for Haley to run, as he would have easily made it to the stables even if he had walked, but he chose to gallop anyway. It was a good way for him to clear his head before performing, as nearly all centaurs found the act of galloping profoundly relaxing thanks to their inheritance. The short trip on four hooves went by in a breeze. … “Ah, there you are! On time, just like always.” “Hey, Jonathan.” Haley greeted the slender-bodied young man with short, blonde hair similar to his own as he stepped through the double doors of the stable. “First mounting of the season?” “Yep.” Haley nodded his head, fixing his hair, which had gotten slightly disheveled from his gallop. He could already smell the distant odor of mare pheromones near the back of the stable. “Quite an esteemed client you got. Lady Cassandra Ulrich. The dressage countess of the southeast.” Jonathan whistled, looking up the details of Haley’s stud-gig on his tablet. “Seems like she paid quite a pretty sum to get you to mount her mare for your first of the season.” “Don’t they all?” Haley grinned, giving each of his legs a gentle shake in the aftermath of his jog. “She’s brought you quite the mare, too. ‘Auratus Gressus’ or ‘Sunflower’ more casually. She’s got quite the lineage.” “A mare’s a mare,” Haley replied, swiping some dust off his forelegs. “But you know what that implies, right? You have to be extra careful with her, and you have to give Lady Ulrich a real show. A real, real show. Ladies like her don’t attend the mounting of their regular fillies. And when it’s arguably their most prized mare, you can bet they want to see it all.” “Relax, I know the deal. They will get their money’s worth.” “Just making sure. Otherwise, the admin will start to hound me about it.” “I know.” “Well, you can go ahead and get ready in your box. You’ve got your key with you, right? Your box is still number 7. I’ll go get Lady Ulrich while you get yourself ready.” “Got it.” Haley nodded his head, heading towards the row of tall, stallion-sized doors directly left of the stable entrance, while Jonathan continued deeper into the stable. Navigating himself to the door with the number seven, the paint stallion swung the backpack off his shoulders and started rummaging through its contents for the small key, which he soon found from the very bottom of his belongings. The lock embedded in the door produced a resolute clicking sound as Haley turned the key. The door was a little stiff to open, just like Haley remembered, and he had to give the handle a couple of harsh yanks before the thing finally turned on its hinges. “And they had all summer to get that fixed…” He muttered, slipping in past the entrance and deftly pulling the door shut with his left rear hoof. Haley now found himself staring at the familiar insides of what was essentially a modern horse-trailer. The interior was quite ascetic, comprising of sterile plastic and metal surfaces, which gave the box a clean, semi-futuristic aesthetic, one that was clearly driven more by functionality and cost rather than comfort or extravagance. The only amenities inside were a simple sink-faucet combination and two metallic lockers to the left and right of the entrance. But credit where it was due, at least the space was slightly bigger than a regular horse trailer, having just enough room for a grown stallion to turn a whole 360 degrees. Staring at his own reflection in the mirror above the sink for a few short seconds, Haley eventually pulled open the metallic door of the nearest locker and placed his backpack inside it. The backpack was soon given company in the form of the paint stallion’s hoodie and t-shirt, which Haley haphazardly tossed into the locker. Haley turned to look at himself in the mirror again, this time fully in the nude. He squinted his eyes and fixed his hair some more. Leaning closer to the mirror, he rubbed his chin, feeling the bristles of his beard against his fingertips. He pondered if there was a need for him to shave, or if he even had the time for it. He ended up shaking his head and leaning away, deeming shaving unnecessary thanks to the virtue of his beard being less visible due to its blonde hue. Fixing his gaze slightly lower on his own reflection, Haley briefly flexed his chest, watching how his muscles contorted in response to being activated. He did the same for his biceps and triceps, giving the musculature of his upper body a hasty inspection. While Haley still lacked the bulk comparable to the likes of Henry or Scott, he was definitely happy with his progress from the last season. And he had a strong hunch that his current client would also appreciate the current state of his physique. “That’s right… Can’t forget to stretch…” Haley muttered to himself, twisting his torso left and right while slowly sliding his rear hooves apart until he could feel the stretch in his loins. Mounting, especially of the more intense kind, required quite a bit of muscle work and thus sprains were never fully out of the question when studding. Hence, Scott had meticulously drilled it into every half-equine player on the team that they needed to stretch prior to mounting, otherwise they would risk not only their football season, but their stud-season as well. Haley went through the full stretching routine with each of his equine legs individually. After he was done, he gave them all a thorough shake to make sure his muscles were loose and ready for some action. And he was right on time finishing up, as he could soon hear steps from outside the door to his stall. “Are you ready, Haley?” Jonathan’s familiar voice pierced the door. “Yes! Just give me a moment.” Haley replied, taking one last look at himself in the mirror before turning around to face the door. Grabbing the handle and giving the horse-sized door a firm push, Haley was once again reminded of the faults of the locking mechanism of his stall. A disappointed sigh rolled off his tongue as he grasped the handle a bit tighter and rammed his shoulder against the stall door as gently as an adult centaur could. The door yielded almost immediately, swinging open with impressive swiftness as Haley practically burst out of his box. A pair of surprised gasps echoed around the stable as Haley’s hooves found the floor. The paint stallion found himself looking down on Jonathan, who was now accompanied by three women, one of whom Haley recognized to be a handler thanks to her formal outfit. The two other women were noticeably older, probably somewhere around their early-to-mid forties, and wore significantly more elegant and expensive-looking clothes. Even as they both stared at Haley with varying degrees of shock in their eyes, the air of wealth and grandeur around them was unmistakable. And while they did appear slightly startled by Haley’s arguably explosive entry, their surprise quickly shifted into admiration as they got a proper look at the stud in front of them. “Oh my~” Spoke the lady with short, golden hair. She was wearing an elegant, sky-blue sundress, paired with a silk scarf of slightly darkened blue tied up in a bow on her head. Although he was by no means an expert in women’s fashion, Haley could guess that the scarf alone cost more than his laptop. He didn’t even dare to think about the price of her dress. “Oh my indeed~” Spoke the second lady, whose luscious, dark curls cascaded onto her shoulders from underneath her cream-hued sunhat with an outrageously large brim. Her curvy figure was wrapped in a very simplistic halter dress, the eggshell shade of which contrasted delightfully with her tanned skin. As his eyes traversed the very generous neckline of her fancy outfit, Haley spotted a gold necklace on her chest. The necklace was emblazoned with a colorful emblem, one that he remembered seeing many times, even if he didn’t exactly recall what it stood for. “Lady Ulrich…” Haley bowed his head, much to the delight of the two ladies. The dark-haired woman promptly offered her hand to Haley, who picked it up in his own and gave it a quick peck with his lips. “Cassandra Ulrich… And you must be Haley.” She giggled in a surprisingly deep voice. She let her palm linger in Haley’s hand while she looked at him from top to bottom. “My… You’re every bit as handsome as Rosetta said you were.” “You flatter me…” Haley smiled, erecting his frame so that the two ladies could ogle at him to their hearts’ content. “Not at all… I’ve been looking for a fine paint stud for a while, and I can already see that I made the right choice in picking you.” She continued, eyeing Haley’s lower half with burning curiosity. “Yes… I’m most certain you’ll sire a fine foal as well. The kind that will do justice to Sunflower’s lineage.” She kept on staring at Haley for a bit longer before regaining her awareness of the other people present. “Ah~ Look at me. Already forgetting my manners as the lady of the Ulrich house.” She giggled, shaking her head. “Allow me to introduce you to my dear friend, Theresa Gower. I’m sure you have heard of her family. She’s not much of an equestrian yet, but I’ve slowly been convincing her to pick up a hobby befitting of her status, which horse breeding certainly is. I brought her along to show her one of the more enticing aspects of the activity.” “Charmed!” Haley smiled towards the lady in blue, bowing his head and managing to make her blush ever so slightly. “I hope she will become a patron of the school in the future.” “Haha~ I’m sure she will… However, that probably depends on what kind of performance you will be giving us today.” Cassandra replied, giving a subtle, side-eye glance at her friend, who appeared to grow slightly more flustered. “Naturally.” Haley chuckled. “Shall we get started with the preparations then?” “Ah~ There are a few things a lady likes more than a confident, young stallion. Yes, let us get started. My personal handler, Caroline, shall assist you with the preparations. I know she might look quite young, but I assure you she’s highly skilled.” Haley and the formally attired woman with a long, black ponytail exchanged a quick look and a nod. “That will be fine. Many of our patrons prefer to bring their own handlers, and the school even encourages it. All our handlers are vet students, and it will be a good learning opportunity for them to observe a professional up close.” “Splendid!” Cassandra smiled. “Then, ladies, if you would please follow me.” Jonathan raised his voice, beckoning the party of five to move towards the back of the stable. Haley quickly made his way next to Jonathan, and the two of them started walking towards the preparation stall with the three female guests following closely behind. While it was normally a bit frowned upon for the centaur players to walk directly in front of any of their prestigious breeder clients – thanks to matters pertaining to both social standing and anatomical differences – the walk from the box to the preparation stall was always done with the guests in tow, and stallion at the front. This gave the guests a proper look at the stallion’s stride and everything else the usual guests of such an activity were interested in. Some of Haley’s stallion friends mockingly called it ‘the catwalk’, since it was very much similar in function. Strutting fancily in front of a leering audience. As he walked, Haley could feel at least two pairs of eyes paying close attention to his equine buttocks and the way they moved. Naturally, his paint stallion testicles, conveniently visible from the human perspective, also received their fair share of the rich ladies’ attention, spawning some whispers amongst the two heiresses. Haley didn’t particularly mind the catwalk. He had already gotten used to it during his freshman year. Now he could just regard everything surrounding the studwork as an act that was done to please the breeders, for it was all, in fact, elaborate theater for the special bracket of humans who could afford to enjoy it. Watching a centaur stallion mate, that was. While not exceedingly uncommon in modern society, centaurs were still very much revered by most humans. Part of it was due to the thrilling mix of exoticism and familiarity of a physique which was only half-human, the other part due to how centaurs had been viewed since ancient times. Majestic, beautiful, and most importantly, virile. Saying that the vast majority of humans found centaurs attractive wasn’t even close to being an exaggeration. It was thus no surprise that there were plenty of people interested in seeing them fuck as well. Centaur stallions were particularly useful for horse breeding due to their extremely dominant genes, which meant that almost everyone looking to sire good, valuable foals used centaur stallions as studs for their mares. Coincidentally, there were a lot of wealthy women involved in horse breeding, or equestrian circles in general, who were very interested in watching male centaurs as they did their business. They had an easy time accessing any kind of intimate activity involving horse breeding and a plausible reason to watch it under the guise of preserving the authenticity of their mare’s lineage. Over time, the use of centaur studs had gradually evolved into something of a naughty pastime for rich equestrian ladies. By paying a little extra to whoever claimed ownership of the stallion, they could attend the mounting in person and watch the stud perform firsthand. While the practice of stud-shows was by no means recognized in any official capacity by almost any institute – including Haley’s school – it was more or less known about by everyone involved, even the stallions themselves. But, since the practice brought in money and quite a formidable sum of it, it created the implication that the stallions should show off a bit. Perform. Returning the generosity of what was essentially a large donation to the school. The bigger the generosity, the bigger the implication. The administrators naturally strayed away from giving out any official orders to any of the stallion students, but Scott, as a semi-retired stud himself, had given Haley and his teammates the in-stable ‘orientation’ during their first season. What to do and how to act when a patron wanted to observe a mounting. Now, it was all pretty much a routine for Haley. Just like preparing for a game and playing on the field. “Here we are! Lady Ulrich, Lady Gower. You can seat yourselves over there, or if you’d like, you can also remain standing during the preparation.” Jonathan said with a bright customer-service smile, extending his arm towards a pair of exceedingly luxurious seats that stood out from the rest of the stable with their extravagance next to the preparation stall. “Thank you. I think we would prefer to stand. We wouldn’t wish to miss anything about the crucial preparation process.” Cassandra replied with a giggle, wiping the wooden fence around the stall before elegantly leaning herself against it. “As you wish.” Jonathan nodded, leading Haley into the stall with Caroline. As the three of them entered the stall, Jonathan whispered to Haley: “I’ll start by administering a bit of pheromones to get you started.” Haley nodded, assuming his usual preparation stance in the middle of the stall. From the corner of his eye, he saw Jonathan grabbing a small spray bottle of turquoise-coloured liquid from the small shelf near the back of the stall. He didn’t have to squeeze it more than one-tenth of an inch before the invasive, dizzying scent of a mare in heat rushed up Haley’s nostrils. Playing his part, Haley exhaled with plenty of exaggeration, tossing his shoulders and shuffling his hooves as the artificial aphrodisiac began taking effect. He felt the two observing ladies’ gazes on his sheath. But he didn’t drop his cock just yet. “Now… You’re a second-year student here, are you not?” Cassandra asked, taking her eyes off Haley’s groin only for a brief second. “Yes,” Haley replied, acting aloof on purpose, staring at the stack of haybales in the stall next to his. “And if I recall, you were on the football team?” “Yes, I am,” Haley grunted while Caroline and Jonathan gave his coat and tail a quick brushing. “And how do you like playing for the team? Has your team fared well? Please do forgive me for not paying too much attention to college sports.” “I enjoy it. It is a good exercise. Lots of running which suits us stallions. The facilities here at Berkwood are top-notch… As are the staff.” Haley muttered, taking a heavy breath in between as the pheromones tightened their grip on him. “We made it to the semi-finals last year. We are aiming for the finals this season.” “I see…” Haley took another deep breath and slowly allowed his cock to start emerging from his sheath. The reaction from the women was as expected. A bit of shock, a bit of elation, and lots of increased intrigue. “Since you are a second-year student… I take it you already have a year’s worth of experience in stud work?” Cassandra continued, allowing some of her southern accent to seep into her speech, whether by mistake or on purpose. “I do.” “I see… Approximately how many mares do you think you’ve mounted so far? I hear that you boys are in quite the high demand and that you have busy schedules for breeding.” Jonathan sprayed some more pheromones in the stall, which made Haley feel dizzy and horny. Haley shuffled his hooves and rubbed his neck, playing the role of a restless stallion just as always. His mottled horsecock twitched as it lurched further and further out from his sheath, successfully capturing the attention of both Cassandra and Theresa. “Sixty-three…” Haley grunted, slowly shifting his weight between his legs and lashing the air with his tail. “My… That’s quite the tally. Almost two mares per week.” “Some mares I mounted twice or thrice. The owners wanted to make sure that the impregnation succeeded. So it was closer to three mares a week on average.” Haley stomped the floor with his forehooves, pretending to put up a small fight against Jonathan, who skillfully wrapped his hooves in special leather mittens meant for protecting the mare from potential injuries. By then, his cock had fully emerged from his groin and stood proud and erect underneath his abdomen, enjoying the rightful admiration of its wealthy audience. “Perhaps I should do the same with Sunflower… Not that I doubt your ability to impregnate her. Your seed was rated as high-quality after all… But one can never be too sure.” Cassandra muttered, exchanging a sly look with Theresa, who was fanning herself with a pricy-looking designer fan. “Now… Is there any kind of… Special preparations you stallions go through prior to the mounting? Outside of what you’re being subjected to right now. Does the school forbid you from engaging in certain activities or…?” “We are assigned a special diet. One that is high in protein and minerals. The diet is designed to improve the quality and quantity of our sperm.” Haley said between heavy breaths, injecting some up and down motion into his cock as Caroline crouched down to clean it. “Exercise is also encouraged. Though that is not a problem for most stallions. Most of us are here on sports scholarships after all. Well, sports and breeding scholarships. Maintaining proper body health also improves the quality of our semen.” “Quite right… A healthy stud breeds healthy foals.” Cassandra’s words trailed off as Caroline poured some water onto Haley’s shaft, carefully wiping its whole length with a fine cloth. Haley exaggerated his frustration by pretending to rear just a little, moving his forehooves from side to side like a restless stallion. Theresa gasped behind her fan and Cassandra leaned slightly further away from the fence for a brief while. The two of them shared a giggle. “You mind hurrying things up, Jonathan? I’m getting kind of restless here…” Haley muttered, even though he was still in very good control of his own desires. “Hang in there. We’ll just measure your testicles and determine if you’re ready to mount.” Jonathan replied, patting Haley’s flank as a way of acknowledging that he was acting. “Do you really need to do that? I think I’m quite ready to mount.” Haley replied, performing a prompt belly-slap with his dick. The moistened flesh produced an even more pronounced slapping sound against his coat than it normally did. “Now, Haley…” Cassandra raised her voice, a nervous shiver present in her words. “I am under the impression that you centaurs have a much higher libido than us humans. And as far as I recall, the school also forbids you from… Spilling your seed carelessly, so to speak, during the mating season. Does it ever get difficult for you stallions to… Manage your urges?” “Sometimes. But most modern stallions are quite disciplined and manage just fine. The discipline kind of goes hand in hand with being an athlete.” “I see… Discipline is certainly a quality worthy of admiration.” Haley was once again able to act out a fit of frustration as Caroline began inspecting his balls. He performed another belly-slap and chafed the floor with his hooves while the pair of delicate, gloved hands felt up his foal tanks. And by now, he was also starting to feel the pheromones’ effects as well, experiencing an amplified degree of sexual gratification from the otherwise innocent act. “Testicle-size… Above average. Temperature… Slightly elevated. Testicle shape… Normal, moderately swollen. Weight… Approximately a pound each.” Caroline measured Haley’s balls with a range of different instruments handed to her by Jonathan. “The stud is ready to mount.” “Finally!” Haley sighed, taking deep, exaggerated breaths to sell his performance some more. “Let’s go! I want to mount something!” “Easy, Haley! We’ll go, we’ll go. Sunflower is waiting for you.” … Haley stood in his box, leaning his palms against the wall, staring down into the sink. His head was still buzzing from the heavy dose of pheromones he had endured some ten minutes earlier while mounting Sunflower. His cock was rock hard, and showed no signs of deflating any time soon, reminding Haley’s of its stiff presence every couple seconds or so with a throb. Haley sighed and carefully stretched his hind legs which were palpably strained from the multiple rounds of mating. “This is exactly why I don’t like the pheromones…” Haley muttered to himself. “Sure, the mare get’s bred and the patrons have their fun, but I get stuck with a fucking half-hour erection because of it. But I’m just a disposable stud aren’t I?” Haley glanced at himself in the mirror where his reflection cast a defeated smile back at him. He turned the right faucet knob and splashed some cold water onto his face. He had pumped a whole three loads into Sunflower and yet his balls still felt dreadfully heavy. It had been his first proper mounting in almost a full week, and his hips were still restless. Haley knew it was because of the artificial pheromones, but it didn’t lessen his frustration one bit. “Fuuuuck…” Haley groaned, stomping his right forehoof against the box floor as a particularly nasty impulse to rear pestered his lower anatomy. “Knock knock!” Haley flinched, suddenly hearing a peppy female voice from outside the door of his box. Turning around with expected awkwardness, he promptly grabbed the door handle and once again rammed the door open. Sticking his head out from the entrance, he nearly bumped foreheads with the red-haired centaur mare who was casually leaning against the wall next to his box. The mare smiled cheekily as Haley stared at her with a flummoxed expression. “Looks like I did remember correctly. You were booked for a mounting this afternoon.” She giggled, getting small dimples on her cheeks. “What are you doing here, Samantha?” Haley asked, cautiously stepping his forelegs out the door. “Let me think… Why would a mare come to the breeding stable where she knows there’s a stallion who has just finished his stud duties?” She pondered sarcastically, pushing away from the wall and walking a few steps away. Her black tail flicked playfully on her gray-coated rump, teasingly enough covering her cunt despite fluttering about. “Obviously, I’m looking to get fucked. Don’t tell me you’re not interested. I heard you groaning in there… And by the looks of it, you’re really hurting for a mare as well.” “You know, the schedule for the mountings is kept private. Especially for the prestigious clients. You didn’t happen to take a peek at the football team’s practice book? Which is also private if I may remind you.” Haley replied, trying and failing to keep his eyes off the red-headed draft mare’s enticingly wide rump. “Haha~ Dad always just leaves it lying around wherever at home. Plus, he has a real bad habit of leaving his computer unlocked, so I might have gotten a look at the full mounting schedule for the whole first half of the season.” Samantha replied nonchalantly, tossing the long braid of her auburn hair over her right shoulder. “How did it go, by the way? With Sunflower and… Lady Ulrich?” “Just a routine mounting mostly. Had to play things up a little since she was some bigshot apparently. She was eating me with her eyes the whole time, as was her friend.” Haley scoffed. “Good for them. If nothing else, at least they know to appreciate a handsome stallion.” “I reckon they got their money’s worth of stallion. She said she might book me again for Sunflower, as well as for another paint mare she has back at her ranch.” Haley chuckled. “She actually asked if the school would be willing to send me over there to do the mounting.” “So… Are we doing this or not?” Samantha changed the subject, carefully sliding her tail to the side to expose her marehood to Haley. She winked at him, both with her eye as well as her pussy. Haley felt his body slipping back into mating mode. His hooves were eager to rear, but he chose to take his time, enjoying himself with a good, long look at the gorgeous draft mare. Samantha was rather heavily built from the waist down, taking a lot after Scott in that regard. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t noticeably more delicate than her dad, but her legs and haunches were definitely those of a sturdy equine. Her gray coat was well-kept, just as one might have guessed, and her hair, which was the seductive shade of auburn, was just stunning as it always was. Her upper half was clad in a simple, white camisole, which perfectly showed off her upper back and shoulders, where she had a surprising amount of muscle. Figured having a coach for a dad would make a mare athletic as well. “You uhh… Know that the coach would disapprove of you doing this.” “Duh?” Samantha giggled, once more enticing Haley to mount her with a wink, sticking out her equine clitoris at the already aroused stallion. “It's his fault, really. Does he expect me to just ignore all the stallions in the entire school whenever I want a shaft in my cunt?” “Not really what I meant…” Haley chuckled, walking behind her and gently climbing on top of her. “You are technically interfering in the school’s business. You know us studs are supposed to be off-limits during the season.” “What would the school care? You already knocked up your designated mare. I should at least be able to have myself a little bit of fun with a stud who has already finished. Plus, I’m keeping up your morale by giving you a palate-cleanser after your routine mounting… So you could say I’m actually doing the school a favor. Making sure our studs don’t burn out. And hurry up! I haven’t had a dick in me for almost two days.” “Well… When you put it like that…” Haley chuckled, slapping his belly with his shaft before starting to feel out Samantha’s mare pussy with his cockhead. “And it’s not like I’m forcing you to moOOUnt me!” She continued, her voice cracking as Haley’s pole brushed past her lips. “You, or anyone, is free to refuse…” “Mmhh~ But that’s not true… You know that we can’t…” Haley groaned, breathing in Samantha’s natural mare scent, relishing every single bit of it as it traversed through his body. “That’s like putting a bottle of water in front of a parched man and saying you’re not forcing him to drink it… Because he will… Always.” “That’s the beauty of it…” Samantha muttered, leaning back against Haley so that her cunt kissed the blunt head of the swollen mating instrument. “It’s a win-win.” “Can I?” “Yeah. Go for it…” Haley squeezed Samantha’s flanks with his legs and thrust himself into the welcoming caress of Samantha’s marehood. The familiar, yet always so refreshing sensation of a female centaur’s cunt prompted Haley’s cock to throb with wild enthusiasm as it was swallowed by Samantha’s lower lips, getting practically sucked to the very back of her pussy within a couple of heartbeats. Samantha moaned and a low groan of satisfaction dropped from Haley’s mouth as their hips smacked together for the first time. “Ahh~ Now that’s some good cock! Shame I can’t afford to pay eleven thousand to get fucked by it.” Samantha giggled, carefully dancing on her hooves from the sheer delight of having a big stallion cock in her. Haley could feel the draft mare squeezing her cunt around his length. The oscillating grip was teasing him, beckoning him to start thrusting. It was just the kind of playful gesture that was absent from his usual stud-work. It was subtle, yet so incredibly arousing. “Don’t worry… This one’s on the house.” Haley grinned, winding back his hips and subsequently slamming them back on Samantha’s rump. “Mmhhh~ How generous!” Samantha replied, rewarding Haley with a couple more cock-squeezes as the stallion began properly mounting her. Haley threw his haunches at the draft mare at a pace that was quite relaxed compared to what he had been up to some twenty minutes earlier with Sunflower. Each of the thrusts still packed the full, hip-rocking weight of a grown stallion behind them, but Haley was no longer incentivized by the pheromones to act with complete disregard towards his partner. He wanted to savor the divine feel of a proper mare pussy as it dragged against the flesh of his cock and milked him for the pricy ejaculate that wasn’t meant for it. He also wanted Samantha to enjoy herself, although he knew she could take a real rough fucking thanks to her physique. But he also knew she would ask for it if she really wanted it, and so far, she seemed content taking things a bit slower. “Ohhh~ Wow! Did you get bigger since last season?” Samantha murmured, glancing at Haley over her shoulder, biting her lower lip seductively to tease him. “Quit with your flattery. I know you tell that to all your stable-shagging partners.” Haley responded in kind, taking some extra time completing his next thrust. “I’m being serious! It feels like your cock has a bit more girth compared to last year… Maybe a bit of length as well.” “To be fair, I think you are correct. Back when they measured us a week ago at the show, I remember that my measurements had improved a bit. You could really tell that just from your pussy?” “Haha~ You shouldn’t underestimate how sensitive a mare can be down there. We can tell the difference. And just so you know, I have a very good pussy-memory when it comes to stallion dicks.” Haley chuckled, starting to slowly lose to his own desires, which demanded him to fuck faster. He waited for Samantha to ease her grip on him just a little bit before launching into the final sprint of the mounting act. “Oh~! I was kind of wondering when you’d really start to fuck me.” Samantha raised her voice, leaning back onto the barrage of thrusts that now battered her rump. “Believe me… I held back as long as I could. But a stallion can only endure it for so long against a cunt like this.” Haley huffed, rapidly hammering the hot pleasure building up inside his loins towards its apex. He started feeling dizzy, but not because of pheromones this time. It simply felt so good to have sex with Samantha. There was almost something therapeutic in it after what he had been through earlier. “Thank you… For the compliment.” Samantha replied, having to pause for a moan in the middle of her sentence as Haley’s thrusts hit her particularly deep in her vaginal cavity. Once Haley had truly gotten started, it didn’t take long at all for him to experience the intoxicating bliss of a natural centaur climax. After less than a dozen intense, cockmilking thrusts, Samantha’s mare tunnel forced his stallion physique to yield. The surging pleasure locked Haley’s hips against the draft mare’s ample rear and activated the fierce ejaculation reflex, which all stallions knew better than the back of their hand. The confusing euphoria of extreme mental relaxation and intense physical performance galloped through Haley’s body in a split second, plunging him into a sea of satisfaction while the expensive centaur seed poured out of his cock by the bucketful. He heard Samantha moan as his flare stretched out the furthest nook of her pussy, shooting a fat load of liquid colts where they deserved to be. The entirety of the ejaculation was made even better by Samantha’s sweet mare scent, which Haley’s nostrils could not get enough of. It was the perfect accessory to an already divine orgasm. “Mmhh~ You still had quite a lot in you even after knocking up that mare,” Samantha smirked when the trembling of her cunt eventually subsided. Haley felt her massaging his shaft with her love tunnel, which prompted his cock to flare a few more times, although there was barely any ejaculate left in him to be milked out. Nevertheless, it made him shudder with delight. “Thanks, Samantha. For letting me clear my head and calm down my dick.” Haley huffed, somewhat clumsily dismounting the smiling draft mare, due to how tired his loins were from all the humping he had done. “Anytime!” She replied, winking towards Haley with both ends of her body. “I’ll make sure to drop by the next time you have an appointment… Thursday at twelve, right?” Haley frowned and cast a slightly accusing look towards her. His disapproval was met with a sheepish smile. “So… No practice today?” “Nope. I’m exempt from any mandatory physical activity for the rest of the day. Just recovery for me. I figured I would just take a walk to cool off some more since I don’t have any homework for tomorrow…” Haley muttered, reaching into his box and picking up his backpack from the corner locker. “Actually, there’s a new coffee shop not too far from campus. Jack was gushing about it for the whole weekend, but I didn’t have a chance to go since I had a pretty strict deadline for Monday. You wouldn’t want to go? I could treat you as a thanks for your help just now.” “A load worth eleven grand and coffee? You treat me too well.” “Just don’t say a word to your dad, or I will have to hear about it next time in practice. Worse yet, he might put two and two together and chew out all our stallions for fooling around with you and Jessie.” “Perhaps you can buy my silence with a nice muffin at the shop?” “You drive a hard bargain, but sure.” Haley chuckled, beckoning towards the door. “After you.” The two centaurs made it less than a hundred feet from the stable doors before they saw another of their four-hooved brethren galloping their way. Haley recognized the shiny, dark coat, curly friesian tail, and long, chestnut hair from afar and raised his hand to greet the arriving stallion. “Ethan! What’s up!” The friesian centaur locked his hooves and executed a stylish slide next to Haley, meeting his raised hand with a high-five, stopping right beside the other two half-horses. He was sweating quite a bit and still wore the top half of his track-and-field uniform. Once he had caught his breath for a few moments, he cracked his usual, bright smile. “Nothing much… Just… Coming from practice. They got a mare for me to mount.” He said between breaths, nodding at Samantha, who smiled at him. “Don’t they forbid you from practicing during a stud-day?” Haley asked while the friesian wiped some sweat off his brow. “Nah~ Or not me at least. It might be different for Thomas since he runs long distances. But you know I’m a sprinter. Fast recovery is kind of my thing.” He smirked, scraping the dirt path with his hooves. “Plus, I’m gunning for a top spot at the nationals this year. Can’t really afford to skip practice.” “Respect.” Haley nodded. “I see Sam has been giving you a hand with your recovery. Her and Jessie are really holding the football team stallions together.” “Tell me about it. Our guys would have burnt out halfway last season if we didn’t have these two mares helping us out.” Haley smirked. “And Scott still doesn’t know?” “I think he does… He just tolerates it as long as we aren’t too brazen about it.” Samantha chuckled. “I mean, if the team performs well, that’s good for him too.” “Fair enough. But hey, I've got to get going. Don’t want to keep my client or my mare waiting. And hey, Kyle and Serena just moved into a new place, and they’re throwing a party on Friday. Kyle told me to invite the football team.” “I’ll pass the word around. Jack and I should be free to come at least.” “Awesome! Catch you two later!” Samantha and Haley watched as the lean friesian stallion cantered his way to the stable doors, eventually disappearing from their sight. “I hope his client doesn’t ask Jonathan to use too much PEMS…” Haley sighed as the two started walking again. “PEMS?” “Performance-Enhancing-Mare-Scent. What we call the fake mare pheromones they use to stimulate us during breeding.” “Oh yeah… I’ve heard some of you guys grumbling about it from time to time. Is it bad? I thought it was some kind of aphrodisiac. Do you not like it when they use it?” “It’s… Kind of complicated.” Haley shrugged, tilting his head from side to side. “It does kind of add to the thrill of mounting, and it gets you rock fucking hard within seconds, but… It’s not a natural high, if that makes any sense. The scent gives a palpable boost of energy, but that comes at the loss of… Willpower, I suppose. It makes you feel less in control of your own body, like it bypasses your conscious mind on some level. To an extent, it does feel good to let the instincts take over, a complete takeover is… Not that pleasant. Plus, it has the side effect of making you really dizzy, although that depends on the individual. Some stallions also think it's a bit degrading in a way, since the scent reduces you to pretty much a regular stallion, a horse.” Haley explained. “I see… So it’s just sort of there to expedite the process.” “Yeah… As far as mounting goes, the fake pheromones are like a rushed sprint. A full-on gallop to the finish line. Real pheromones, on the other hand, are much more like a gentle jog along a nice dirt road in the countryside. The finish line is the same, but you just get there a little bit differently. And of course, it’s not fun to just mindlessly gallop all of the time.” “Heh~ You’re a bit of a romantic, aren’t you?” “Perhaps…” “Looking at your guys’ schedule, it seemed that you were all booked quite frequently. With all that and practice, do you even get any schoolwork done?” “It’s a bit of a balancing act for sure. Luckily, the school is aware of the burden that they put on us stallions, and they give us some leeway with our studies thanks to that. We can usually ask for extra time for assignments and have it approved, no questions asked. My first year was a bit hectic, but I feel like I’ve gotten the hang of it now. Although… We will see when exam season rolls along again. Can’t afford to get too stressed. Bad for the sperm quality.” “Sounds like you stallions have your work cut out for you…” “It’s nothing a quick mounting with the coach’s daughter can’t solve.” Haley grinned, receiving a gentle bump from Samantha’s hips. “Well… Since you didn’t have a session scheduled for tomorrow, perhaps I could help you relax some more after our coffee date is over? Someone has to keep you guys happy.” “Careful now… You might get in trouble for tampering with the merchandise. I can’t show up to my appointment on Thursday with an empty tank.” “Think I’ll drain you that bad?” “You never know?” “...So is that a ‘no’ then?” “Hell no! We can trot behind that tree, and I’ll mount you right now.” “Haha~ How about we make it out of the campus before you jump on my back again. Who knows, my dad might even see us.” “Good point.”