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The Finishing School

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My my...this is a trade with GabrielClyde, whose college horse persona is in need of some...very private lessons from the infamous Professor Druff...oh boy. How shall he fare? Read on and...hopefully enjoy as well!

This is my half of a story trade that started with Riding my Pony - do remember to check out the first session between the naughty Professor and the once innocent hoss!

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

The tiger had settled onto his favorite chair, put his legs up, and enjoyed the soft music and the tang of brandy while he awaited for the time mark. A glance at the clock sitting on the mantelpiece told the grizzled striped feline that his guest was not running late. He was five minutes early.

Promising, the feline thought.

He stood up with a pleasurable rumble at the feeling of his spine popping and padded through his living room and into the hall. There was even an additional series of knocks just before he reached the door.

"Coming!" the tiger almost chuckled as he contemplated his visitor's eagerness.

The cat opened all the locks and opened the door to let his guest in. He smiled broadly at the sight of the tall stallion standing in the hallway outside his apartment.

"Good evening, Gabriel," the tiger said.

They contemplated one another for a beat. The stallion wore a letterman jacket and some dark slacks. He even had a backpack on him, too, the tiger noted. His feline spy on the other side of the doorstep appeared decades, maybe even centuries apart. Not only was he built differently, much more stout, long-tailed, broad muzzled, his attire consisted of a smoking jacket with purple silk lapels, and he was wearing silk pajama bottoms and slippers as well. He appeared perfectly relaxed in his surroundings and in the presence of his guest, looking at him at near eye level. The horse really was very tall. The horse's ears made him look even more so.

He was very quiet, too. That amused the tiger. He could not imagine any other situation where this particular horse would be prone to silence. He knew the stallion to be a loud type at times.

"Sir," the horse finally said.

The tiger's soft smile broadened, en---ough to show some teeth.

"I am so glad you could make it, Gabriel," the tiger murmured.."You are welcome into my home. Do come in, Gabriel."

The Druff even waved his paw to indicate that the stallion was free to enter. He stepped to the side to make some room for the young horse to pass him. He pulled the door closed behind him once the stallion had entered past the threshold.

"Through the hall and to the right, if you please, Gabriel," the tiger called behind him.

The horse didn't turn back to look at him after this command was given. He simply carried down the hall, hooves on the thick carpet. The Professor in his extravagant silk jacket watched the stallion's movements. He could tell a jock anywhere, especially when planted into this strange environment where the horse stood out.

He looked rather impressed by the living room, Druff thought, when he too reached the space behind the horse.

"This is my humble abode," the tiger said.

He stood very close to the horse, behind him. Those long ears jumped at the sudden proximity of the voice. The tiger chuffed in response to this physical reaction.

"Sit on the couch, Gabriel."

The tiger pointed out the couch, upholstered in dark brown leather. Little tables were set up on either end of it and were populated with remote controllers and stacks of books. The books appeared to have migrated from the shelves that had glass doors on them to keep the dust and any shed fur away from the tomes hidden within. A reading lamp provided illumination, sitting on one of the tables. There was no television, but a low table held the stereo equipment. The soft classical music still played.

The horse looked at the older tiger curiously. He nodded towards the couch again.

"Sit down, please," the tiger repeated his words.

"Okay," he said finally.

The horse sat ill at ease on the leather couch. The tiger moved to one of the cabinets in his living room. It was revealed to be the one for his liquor. It was a glittering thing, with mirrors, crystal glasses and bottles, and its own lights within.

"You are old enough to drink, I presume," the host mused to his guest.

Druff splashed whiskey into two snifters he put down onto the mirror surface of the cabinet.

"Shouldn't you know, sir?" the horse asked.

Druff chuckled.

"Regulations, regulations, Gabriel," the tiger stated, "I'm only allowed to know your name, rank and serial number..."

Gabe snorted at the terrible joke. At least the tiger had the good grace of not chuckling at his own horrible jest. He moved back into his room with the glasses in paw.

"But I trust that I am not committing a felony by providing you with this alcoholic beverage..."

The tiger sat onto the couch, next to the stallion who instinctively shuffled somewhat further away from the cat. The tiger let out a pleased rumble on having his butt on the leather of the sofa instead of having to stand on his feet. He smiled broadly when he handed out the glass.

"Here you go."

The stallion took the snifter and held it in his hand. The tiger looked at his own, briefly. He reached out for a black remote controller on the little table and tapped on it to adjust the volume of the music floating out of the numerous speakers in the room. The piano music grew louder. The tiger rumbled happily.

"Some Erik Satie makes any evening appear all that more...special," the bespectacled male rumbled to his guest. He raised his own glass in toast. "To culture!"

The horse didn't reply to the spoken sentiment. Druff sipped from his drink. Gabe followed soon after. Druff smacked his own lips with pleasure. He appeared to enjoy every single lingering flavor and scent the alcohol produced, and even the texture of it upon his lips.

"I hope you are well, Gabriel."

The way he spoke the stallion's name, the very enunciation made it apparent that the tiger enjoyed saying it. He knew very well that the horse went by Gabe for most of the time. The tiger preferred the full name. There was a certain Biblical kind of solidness to it that he enjoyed. And even better so, the horse's ears flickered every time he rumbled that name. He could only imagine what it did inside those tight pants the stallion insisted on wearing so that he was always on display.

"Yeah," the stallion said.

"Splendid!" the tiger murmured approvingly.

The silence between them afterwards was a weighty one. The music flowed without interruptions, yet the tiger contemplating the horse saw that the young stallion was ill at ease.

"Humph," the Professor vocalized. He saw those delightfully long equine ears flicker at the noise he made. The stallion's eyes were quick to glance at the silky tiger sitting by him.

"Didn't like the whiskey?" the tiger mused. "Would you prefer a soda?"

Gabe nickered. The tiger's smile grew ever so crooked at the sight of the stallion's expression after the proposal.

"Or maybe you'd rather be somewhere else other than this old fart of a professor's couch," Druff speculated, "playing rugby with your friends...drinking...gyrating at the Kat..."

The stallion's tail flipped against the expensive leather at the mention of the club where the horse had been found to be moonlighting as an exotic dancer. (Or as a 'ponyboy for hire' like the Professor put it more eloquently.)

"...or spending time with that little_minx_ of yours..."

Now those delightful ears drooped down. The Professor enjoyed the fact. He loved getting under the stallion's skin in all the ways he could, and speaking about Gabe's casual mare girlfriend always provided easy access to the subcutaneous space.

"Is she still unaware of your little side business, Gabriel?"

Gabe snorted.

"She'd never let me live it down," he harrumphed.

Gruff chuckled. He reached for his drink and held it companionably in his paw.

"You mean, she would always hog the front row and cut into your profits from horny housewives putting dollar bills into your jockstrap?" the tiger postulated.

The horse nickered. Druff chuckled into the rim of his glass as he took a swig of the fine drink.

"That would be such a pity for all your eager fans..." he mused.

Gabe glared at the older male.

"You just love teasing me about that, don't you?" he asked.

"About what?" Druff feigned.

"My stripping," Gabe didn't mince his own words on the subject.

The tiger's tail flicked about his ankles playfully.

"Do not take the teasing for ridicule, for that it is definitely not," Druff said. "Why should I make fun of something that is so intricately...enjoyable?"

Those tall equine ears swiveled back and forth. Druff hoped that the insides of them were starting to grow hot with the memory of their raunchy session on the backroom of the club meant for those private dances. The tiger felt that his frequent visits might have become conspicuous. Good thing he was in very friendly terms with the staff of the Kat Club. Very friendly indeed...

The tiger chuckled roughly.

"Youth is always beautiful, Gabriel,"said Druff, "Especially when it comes in such a...virile...form..."

Gabe snorted at both the words and the tiger's lurid gaze upon him.

"You talk like some of those literature professors," the horse said, "the ones who have green carnations on their buttonholes..."

Now the tiger's laugh ran out of him. He patted the stallion's nearest thigh and enjoyed the feel of the powerful muscles tensing magnificently under his sudden touch.

"Sometimes I wonder if you just pretend that you're a dumb jock, just so that you can get more laid," Druff suggested.

The stallion's silence was as much an answer as any words he could produce. Druff decided to elbow him, relatively gently.

"Don't speak ill of the literature professors, Gabriel," the tiger said. "I've had some very pleasant dealings with them."

The horse shook his head.

"Do you fuck the entire faculty too,sir?" Gabe's words sounded almost like a challenge.

The tiger's resulting laughter came out mostly as a rumble.

"What do you take me for?"Druff quirked his brow. "Some sort of a foreign man-slut who has seduced his way through the entire gay, bisexual and try-sexual population of the university staff?"

Gabe snorted.

"What's a try-sexual?"

The tiger licked his lips.

"Someone who likes dipping their toes in new waters" said the big cat. "Or hooves..."

" Hmmh."

"Although they do say that the difference between a straight man and a bisexual man is a few drinks..."the tiger mused.

Gabe nickered.

"That's a really old one."

"But I am a really old one, am I not, Gabriel?" the Professor suggested. "I could be your father..."

The tiger saw the stallion's cock expand an inch inside his pants from those simple words alone. His eyes traced the outline in the fabric easily. The delicious mound had been growing steadily while the teasing had continued. The final remark seemed to cause it to burgeon to an extra degree. Druff pursed his lips at the thought of the impressively sized equine shaft hidden into those pants. Of course the horse had to wear pants that were very tight, being the showoff that he was.

"Indeed," mused the cat.

He leaned back on the couch and enjoyed a sip from his whiskey again. The tiger even made a show of swirling the booze in his snifter a little. His exuberant gestures drew a look from Gabe, who followed the proceedings. The tiger could tell that the horse was starting to look somewhat antsy. His erection had not abated, his secondary glance told him as well.

"So..." Gabe said.

Druff cleared his throat.

"That is 'sir', Gabriel," he said.

The horse's ears drooped.

"Sir," he tried again.

Druff's paw landed heavily onto the horse's thigh.

"Good boy."

He patted the athletic stallion. The tense muscle felt delicious under his palm and pads, and he could practically feel the heat radiating from his nearby cock, so hard under those clothes that did barely anything to hide Gabe's greatly aroused state.

"Hmmmhh."

Gabe sounded displeased by such a moniker being bestowed upon him. Druff kept his paw where it was, squeezing onto the muscles there. The heat grew rapidly in his own sheath, in quick pulses that made him grow as hard as he would get.

"Such a splendid young man you are, Gabriel..." crooned the tiger.

The Professor put his glass down and let his other paw tousle softly upon the jock horse's mane. He let out a surprised nicker and flicked an ear against the silk-clad wrist of the paw that had reached to touch him in such an intimate manner, yet casually, for the tiger's tone was practically conversational.

"...I know men like you, Gabriel..." Druff continued. The stroke of his fingers on the stallion's neck had become an outright caress. He took obvious joy in the act, playing with the sensual texture of the stallion's fine hair.

"...bursting with life like wild colts bolting around meadows..." the tiger murmured.

Gabe gasped at the feel of the whiskey-scented breath whispering into his ear.

"...so much potential, but in need of tempering...a firm hand..."

He paw that had rested on Gabe's thigh suddenly moved and grasped his sensitive shaft through the fabric of his pants. The horse stomped the floor with his hoof and moaned. At the same time the tiger nipped the edge of that long, pointed ear between his lips, barely a bite. The hot huff made the inside burn.

"Uh..." Gabe couldn't keep the noise in.

The stallion's cock throbbed heavily in Druff's grip. The tiger's clawtips raked through the fur he had touched so softly on the horse's neck.

"...I know exactly what you need,Gabriel..."

His fingers curled and he pulled the stallion's head closer, while at the same time he squeezed hard on Gabe's dick. The stallion moaned hotly even before the tiger's lips mashed onto his own and a large, tangy tongue invaded the stud's mouth. He nickered and snorted, but his head was clamped into place by the paw with the nails pricking onto his skin, painlessly, but adding to the intensity of the situation where the tiger roughly kissed the younger male and groped his junk. The same tongue muffled the neigh that appeared from Gabe's maw at the sudden flow of pleasure coming from his mouth and from his dick. The tiger stroked him with dedicated fingers and milked his pre-cum out of his shaft and into his shirt so that should the tiger have been looking at the moment he would have seen a dark spot appear in the fabric.

The Professor did not let it go too soon. He maintained the contact between their lips, moving them, pushing his tongue against the horse's own. Gabe's tongue twirled confusedly inside his as it tried to come into grips with the fact that the tiger's tongue was playing its very own dance against it. Druff purred at the feeling of the stallion's shaft in his paw, so hard, hot, and obviously very needy.

'Horny like a horse' was not a misnomer when it came to this one sexy bastard at his mercy, he thought.

He left the stallion's lips a wet, panting mess by the time their maws finally parted.

"You see...I don't always need a crop, Gabriel..." said Druff, "I can just use a rod..."

He squeezed ruthlessly on the stallion's flare and made Gabe groan out and buck into the grip that brought him such pleasure.

"...and you have enough to spare, and you know...I never spare the rod..."

The horse let out a grumble of desperate arousal, need, frustration with both the tiger's physical teasing and undoubtedly also by the Professor's terrible brand of humor.

Druff yanked on the cock in question.

"Come on, boy."

The tiger stood up. The stallion followed without a question.

"I know just the place for you..."

Gabe followed the tiger, out of the living room and into a small hallway. The tiger stopped at a door.

"Now I shall welcome you into the inner sanctum..." he smirked.

The horse nickered.

Druff opened the door and turned on the lights. The room was revealed to be none other than his bed room, dominated by the king sized bed generously provided with pillows, duvets and reading lights. Sliding glass doors protected yet more books on a shelving unit integrated onto the dark wooden headboard of the bed. The room lighting was comfortably ambient.

Sex lighting, the horse thought.

"What do you think, Gabriel?" Druff asked from the horse.

Gabe looked puzzled by the question. Druff swatted the stallion's ass with his tail

"What is it?" he grunted. "Thought I was going to take you into a sex dungeon now? Or do you think that the bedroom is missing a pole for you to swing on?"

The tiger smirked at the slightly confused, definitely jockish face the horse made. It was especially becoming over his sharp features, mixed with the smell of his arousal that hung strongly in the otherwise tiger scented air in the bedroom. He used the situation to his advantage and moved behind the horse. His arms wrapped around the stallion and felt him up through the jacket, paws splayed on his abs and on the pleasurably hard chest. He still avoided the stallion's dick despite his own cock digging onto the cleft of the horse's hard muscled ass through the flimsy fabric of his own pajama bottoms. The murring cat's lips touched onto Gabe's neck and made the horse shiver again. The Professor sniffed audibly on the slightly sweaty neck he had just tasted. The hot huff that followed made his charge moan against his will. His tough guy act was melting as quickly as blood rushed into his dick and made it hard and push the front of his shirt away from his tight abs.

"Let me show you how real men do it..." Druff rumbled.

He squeezed himself onto the stallion's body for another lingering moment before he let his paws fall to Gabe's firm hips and spun the non-resisting male about.

"As delicious as your striptease is, Gabriel..." Druff mused as he unzipped the stallion's jacket, "sometimes one just has to get the other naked as soon as possible..."

Gabe let him push the jacket off him and drop it to the floor. Then the Professor tugged his shirt away, which only did more to expose the hugely erect shaft poking out of his waistband. The pants never had a chance of containing all of that stallion cock inside them. The Professor smirked approvingly at the sight but made no move to touch him. He appeared to be insisting on teasing the horse with his dirty tiger ways for as long as possible. He even avoided it as well as he could when he did the stallion's belt and the buttons on his fly.

"So nice to have someone do all the work for you, isn't it?" the tiger remarked.

"Yes, sir," said Gabe.

The tiger snickered. He pulled down the pants to show the stallion's underwear. They bulged obscenely with his appropriately huge balls and the base of that large, mottled shaft.

"Tsk...no jockstrap today, Gabriel?" the tiger asked.

"I didn't know I was supposed to - "

Druff clicked his tongue and pulled the boxers down either way. The horse nickered when he felt the smooth fabric stroke against his sensitive tool. The tiger took a step back.

"Take off the rest," he said. "I'm not going to kneel down to take off your shoes."

Gabe breathed out loudly.

"Alright..."

The tiger made no move to remove his own clothing while he watched the stallion finish his undressing. Sneakers and pants that had been pulled down to his ankles joined the other college jock garments already sprawled on the floor. Once done, he stood upright, in all his muscled glory, under the tiger's gaze. Druff's eyes were ever so appreciative of the sight.

"Climb onto the bed," the tiger said, and it was obviously an order. "On your back. Not just onto the edge. Lie down on it properly. Like you probably do when your little mare insist on riding that thing..."

The noise that Gabe made hearing that sounded like "Hnnnnnngggh". The muscle stud did as he was told and sprawled himself onto the Professor's large bed. The sturdy bed barely creaked. His new horizontal position made his dick flop heavily against the fit male's belly.

"That is better," Druff said.

Only then did the tiger shed his own apparel. There wasn't much. He simply kicked off his slippers, removed the smoking jacket, and let his silky pants free to drop from his hips so that he could merely step out of them. His thick barbed shaft pointed the way from the apex of his thighs and drew the stallion's eyes as well. Druff could see the almost painful need in those very eyes, and it made him smile. The impressive tiger cock throbbed - a manly tool in its own right even compared to the horse's huge tool - and emanated a strong sexual musk into the air.

The tiger climbed to the bed and crawled over to the horse with a predatory smirk on his face. It was quite the sight, the cat on all fours with his shoulders rolling and his tail swinging behind him for balance, and show. The horse couldn't keep his gasp away when he felt the tiger's arms brush his own, and the pressure of the feline's heavy musclegut pressed down on him.

"Hmmmrrr..." purred the Professor.

Barbed shaft stroked onto the horse's own dong. Their bodies made contact, and with that the Druff let his weight down so that he was enveloping the stallion into his own fuzzy, striped embrace. Gabe's tail flapped against the bedsheets in another little show of the incredible physical tension gripping him.

Druff kissed the stallion again. He pushed his tongue into the younger male's maw and dominated it much like he had done before. Now it was body contact, much more full than earlier when they had been sitting. In this position he could press himself down on the stallion and let himself enjoy the feel of every delicious muscle covered in that silky equine coat flex while the horse took the tiger's weight to carry upon himself. Judging by the moans and the heavy flexing of his shaft between their bodies, the tiger thought, the stallion was taking on this duty willingly, with pleasure.

The stallion was unquestionably dominated. The tiger's body on him made sure that every motion he made was controlled by Druff's weighty presence. Druff played the stallion's taut body with precision. He had toyed with the handsome horse enough times to know where his weaknesses laid. He knew how the stroke of his fuzzy musclegut made the stallion's cock throb powerfully. His teeth on the joining of Gabe's neck and shoulder made the horse nicker and bite his teeth together. His paws clasping on the horse's arms caused them to flex, as if the horse still tried to fight against the submissive instinct the tiger's heavy dominance triggered in him.

He did not try to escape.

Druff knew very well that the horse could easily overpower him. A 'jock' was not an understatement when describing the stallion whom writhed with pleasure under the thick coat of a tiger on top of him. It was by the virtue of the tiger's masculine energy that he was allowed to the place he occupied now.

The Professor made his thoughts known.

"You know, Gabriel..." he assumed a tone close to his lecturing voice, "many have been bound onto this bed...it is quite sturdy and serves that purpose quite well..."

The stallion's eyes rolled while he imagined just that, spread eagle on the bed with every limb cuffed to the bed and completely at the tiger's mischievous mercy. The tiger knew this and it only made his smile even more dangerous.

"Oh yes...rolling in pleasure and in the agony of expectation...waiting for that final touch that will release everything..."

The tiger's barbs raked against the stallion's flared cock in a manner that was incredibly teasing. It made the horse nicker and call out again. He was being much noisier than during their previous time at the Professor's office.

The Druff has insisted on silence. Someone might hear.

It had been delicious.

"Maybe that should be you..." Druff mused.

The horse 'Ngghhhhh'd and bucked his hips towards the tiger on top of him. He humped into the thick belly furs in the hopes that he would be getting much more stimulation soon. The heat of the contact had him breaking into a sweat that covered the stallion's entire body in a glistening sheen. He looked glazed with lust, at least to the tiger who had the most lurid viewpoint at the horse and his exquisite sensuality. Druff couldn't even decide whether the stallion did it on purpose, or whether he just happened to be a natural sexy bastard.

Druff clicked his tongue.

"Maybe one day...because there will be another day...I know there will..." the cat said. "And it's not about me...but it will be about you...and you will come here to get what you need...and I'm going to give it...and _take_what I want..."

"Ngnhhhhhh!"

Druff dove down the stallion's body. His paws gripped the arms that reached out for him, and kept them in his hold while his lips caught one perky stallion nipple between them. The, lick, tug and roll technique had Gabe panting in no time.

"Uh..."

"We both know what you need, Gabriel."

Druff's maw made a meal of the other swollen nipple as quickly as he had dealt with the first one. His paws stroked down into the horse's armpits and toyed with all the same while he busied his maw on tracing evil, wet circles over the firm chest and the flat belly. His breath could already ghost upon the pre-soaked flesh of Gabe's flare, but he avoided even this erotic treat, so close to his maw.

"Ah...ffuck..." the horse nickered in his frustration again.

Druff chuckled. That breath knew its place alright. It made the piss slit on the top of the horse's cock ooze out a huge glob of pre-cum onto the stallion's abs.

"That's not a very polite way to ask for it, Gabriel," he tut-tutted.

An errand hoof kicked the bed and made its stiff springs jostle under the covers. Druff snorted.

"Maybe I should have broken out the cuffs after all...you seem to need some reins to keep you in your place..."

He could see the stallion's cock twitch at the very thought of bondage, and used this moment of distraction to his advantage to, grab onto Gabe's legs.

"Whoah!"

The strong paws wrestled Gabe's legs up and caused his back to curl when he was bent over backwards by the tiger. Druff shuffled forward and managed to poke the stallion's huge, heavy nuts with his own cock when he pushed his knees up to the horse's now revealed, magnificent rump.

"Maybe you'll try again when you are ready, Gabriel."

He admired the strength of the hocks, the calves, melting and growing into the thighs that formed Gabe Clyde's glorious rear. This splayed, exposed position was even more so, since it showed off his balls in their floppy sack. An extra push caused the heavy pair to roll to the side and show off the big muscled doughnut that the stallion's tail could no longer hide. That didn't stop Gabe's tail from flicking against the sheets, propelled by the same muscles that made his asshole wink and tremble to the Professor while he gazed at this lewd sight.

"Isn't this what you like, Gabriel?" the tiger rumbled. "Someone between your legs, giving you pleasure like you are the king of the world and just demand to be played with?"

That bare stallion hole clenched again. His cock appeared to grow another fraction of an inch from the sheer eroticism of the moment, of the Professor worshiping at the altar of Gabe's masculinity.

He didn't get to answer. The tiger's muzzle attacked. His tongue homed in onto the stallion's hole and swept around it in an effort to turn the muscled pucker into one quivering mess.

"Hhnnnngnggnhhh!"

The legs flexed in his paws. The hole against his tongue pulsed with the telltale pleasure that came from a male's body realizing just what kind of pleasure he could receive from such a forbidden part of their anatomy. The tiger knew this well, and he had...taught...this secret pleasure to a number of unruly men over the years. This stallion was one of them, although he had to admit that the submission of this particular horse was especially delectable.

Druff lifted his muzzle momentarily, to gaze at the stallion's heavy-lidded face. The horse's positioning made it into an especially amusing a sight to behold, with all of his most secret body parts on full display. It was obscene, he knew, but could not fathom how anyone could have it in their hearts to find it offensive. What could be more beautiful than such a statue of perfect masculinity? Everything about it as comely to the tiger, from the scent of lust to the sight of that fine medial ring on the length of that hard cock that was throbbing and needing to be shoved somewhere tight. The cat's endless teasing had pushed the horse all to the edge, demanding release with every inch of his being.

The tiger just smiled and returned to eating out the stallion's ass. He had often chortled on the bigotry claim that homosexuality was contagious and could be evilly spread by seductive sodomites who tempted innocent younglings into their dirty ways. While he could not acknowledge these claims, he knew very well that all too many men were walking around with secret desires they would never be able to express or explore unless someone gave them the correct...incentive to act upon their forbidden urges.

He had found a raspy tiger tongue to be a most effective remedy to pointless masculine uptightedness. Such an appendage also came handy in opening other things, too, but the tiger didn't want to make too much fuss of his oral talents.

Analingus.

Such a filthy word, the tiger thought with pleasure.

He continued to send the stallion even deeper into his moany-groany state, until the horse's hole was wet enough with his spit that every movement of Druff's tongue made a particularly dirty slippery sound. His lips smacked rudely when he lifted his muzzle and looked up to see the desperation on the horse's face.

"You expect me to fuck you now, don't you, colt?" the tiger caressed the stallion's hocks while he stared him down.

"Y-yes..." the stallion neighed.

The tiger applied his clawtips onto the stallion's silky fur and skin. Even this stimulation made his asshole clench visibly. The tiger's own cock twitched with lust.

"Yes, what, Gabriel?"

The horse bit his teeth together, briefly, as if the next words required especially physical effort.

"Please, sir."

The Druff smirked.

"Good boy," he said. "Stay as you are."

He patted the stallion's ass before moving away, briefly. It only allowed Gabe to stare at the big tiger's striped rear while he rummaged for the necessities for the follow up to their sexual act. The cat tossed a bottle of lubricant over to the bed while he kept the condom wrapper in his fingers.

"One day you'll get to feel hot tiger cum spewing inside your tight little hole, Gabriel," the tiger stated matter-of-fact as he applied the prophylactic on himself, "but for now...safety first..."

The horse didn't reply to this comment.

"Pull your legs up, like they were before."

The stallion complied with the order. His arms hooked under his knees and returned him into the earlier position of maximum exposure. His beautiful crack received a trickle of the goopy lubricant that the tiger quickly massaged onto Gabe's pursed pucker. The fleshy hole opened under the padded fingers, allowing the Professor to spread the lube inside as well. He circled the inner rim of that muscled ring and made the horse moan out.

"Such anticipation...good. It makes it easier when I don't have to just ram it in..."

He spread his fingers apart somewhat faster than the stallion expected. Gabe let out a manly grunt that soon became a whine when the fingers wriggled their way deeper into his tunnel and touched upon his prostate. The muscles clenched around the finger and tried to milk then into further contact with the horse's sensitive interior parts.

"Hmmm...pony nut..." the tiger grinned knowingly., "such a weakness for even the biggest stud..."

"Nghhh..." the horse panted.

"Speaking of nuts..."

The tiger patted at the stallion's achingly full balls. His vocalizations were accordingly loud, and needy.

"Let's see if we can unload these the right way..." Druff stated.

He gave the big 'nads a parting roll in his fingers before he found a better use for his fingers, in that he needed them to guide his tip against the stallion's hole.

"Keep your legs up," the tiger warned. The hole against his tip clenched in surprise and need, and almost sucked him right in. The horse's posture meant that the way was clear and it was only a matter of the tiger acting on his desire.

He pushed, and gripped Gabe's hips instead, to feel how the muscles quivered under his lust, and the indescribable feeling of a cock sliding into a nearly straight horse's ass.

Labels were such an ugly thing. Druff preferred beautiful things, like stallion holes opening around his shaft and allowing him to push himself into the core of the horse's being without as much as a grunt from his studly stallion.

"There...we...go..." the tiger sounded victorious as he entered the horse to the root.

Gabe's eyes clenched shut. He didn't even see when the tiger grabbed his legs and forced them away from their position against the stallion's chest.

"Keep them here," said Druff.

He guided the remarkably strong runner's legs around his own waist. This still allowed him full access to the rear he had speared with his shaft, yet it also meant that their contact became even more intimate now that the legs wrapped about him. He could feel every shudder and the pure strength of the young male's body, through this added contact between them.

The tiger leaned over his prey, paws splayed, tail lashing leisurely behind him as he asserted his claim with a growl and a roll of his hips, rubbing his barbed length inside the stallion's incredible heat. He was still quite tight, too, still unused and not worn out by many visits into his rump. The ass pulsed around Gruff's thick length, promising such pleasure that the tiger couldn't help but rumble out again, joyfully, and lean down to kiss and lap at the hollow of Gabe's neck.

Right now, the sex between them became a simple rut. The tiger had the horse under him, and he was inside the horse's body, and the only thing he wanted to do was to claim him by taking him. This he accomplished by beginning to rock his hips, steadily, carefully in control as he drove himself slowly in and out of the clenching tunnel.

"Nghhh..."

The horse called out, by now oblivious to anything but the presence of the Professor all around him. The tiger's strong body moved and rolled, different to his own but source of this dangerous pleasure that came from the motion of the finely barbed shaft sliding inside his body. It put his body into a fire, a good fire that could not be extinguished unless things took to their natural end.

Of course the tiger knew just how to work with it. He was about to show the stallion how men rutted. No verbal heckling, no spanking, no biting, no crops...just his own body, ramming itself repeatedly in and out of and over and above the horse below him. His lips rested against the stallion's throat and transmitted his moans of pleasure and need directly, physically, without the need for his ears to enjoy them. His tongue rolled against that sweet skin and lapped up the sweat that gathered there.

Grunts and rumbles, those were were the noises they made, with the tiger's hips colliding against the stallion's rear. His cock churned the insides of that well-plundered hole with gusto. Gabe's own cock pulsed between their bodies and continued to ooze the thick pre-seed his kind produced. Every throb of that long shafts seemed to drive him even closer to the climax that eluded him yet. The stimulation came within, from the pointed feline cock that stroked his prostate gland and the tiger's muscle gut and its sensual flexing over the stallion's tool.

The tiger's weighty presence and the slightly awkward position meant that Gabe was at his Professor's mercy. He couldn't really move, even to buck his hips to meet the steady, passionate thrusts that bred his ass in a continuous back and forth stroke of the tiger's thick shaft pumping away in his glowing rump. The stallion was enraptured by the sight of the tiger, continuing fucking the horse and grinning mischievously whenever the horse let out an especially needy whinny.

Gabe did not look embarrassed by this behavior. He was too deep in the pleasure of the act to care much about anything else.

"Beautiful colt..." crooned the Druff, his hips swinging continuously in the art of the rut while his lips found those of the horse again.

Gabe whinnied into the kiss that they maintained for the moment. Their breathing came as huffs through their noses all the while their maws were joined up, much like their hips where their conjoining still continued. The Professor's rutting was growing energetic enough that their combined momentum caused the books on their enclosed shelves to tap gently against the glass with every thrust deep into the stallion's ass.

"Nhhhghg..."

The tiger was not going to let him off easily. He thrusts hard, as hard as he could without genuinely hurting the young male. He knew that Gabe could take a lot, but yet did not cause any discomfort that wasn't entirely necessary.

Right now the tiger wanted to breed him. He wanted to plant his seed into the horse's often misbehaving ass, condom or not. The tiger's own muscled rear clenched with every deep set thrust he made, his body working towards this release that he so much craved by now. And he wanted to give it, too, to show the horse just what kind of an effect he had on the older male.

The Professor raised his head enough that Gabe could watch every puffed cheek, growl, scowl and snarl when he finally did reach the peak. He buried himself into the stallion's hot rear and kept himself there while his body gave away its musky offering in wonderful spurts of pure pleasure going through his body. Very few thoughts went through Gruff's mind at such a moment, but he could see the awe in the horse's face...the rapture of seeing a true man perform.

Druff did not miss this sight. He was grinning quite happily once he let out a satisfied sigh and let himself rest in the mount on his pony.

"Hmmph...you are learning well..." he teased.

The stallion was silent again. Druff found this most pleasing in its own right.

What also pleased him was the feel of the very hard cock still between them. It prompted the naughty Professor to raise himself a little so that he could see it, the hard snake that rested against the stallion's belly still. He had oozed a great deal further pre-cum but had obviously not climaxed yet. Druff knew that he would have felt it as well through their intimate connection.

"Very good."

He swiped some of the stallion's pre-cum onto a finger pad and presented this for Gabe's lips to taste on. The horse suckled on the tiger's index finger obediently. Druff found it an oddly erotic sensation in its own right.

"Now you get a reward, too," he said.

He scooped some more juice from the stallion's tummy and kept feeding this musty offering to the horse while his free paw grabbed onto the horse's tool. His insides coiled around the tiger's own length from the first moment onwards, and kept Druff's own barely spent dick well pleasured while he toyed with the thick shaft in his grip. He knew how to play it, being no stranger to horse cocks - let alone the one he now stroked in earnest.

Gabe moaned around the dominant fingers in his mouth. The clenching of his inner muscles caused the tiger's stiff shaft to rub against his weary prostate as well, and only add to the pleasure he received from the rapid fire strokes of the tiger's expert paw on his length.

"Soon, colt...soon..." crooned the tiger.

Gabe panted. His body tensed, with his back arching and his hips flexing. The stallion's legs tightened their somewhat loosened hold on the tiger's fleshy hips. His cock felt like steel in the tiger's grip...and then it throbbed, and the pearly arc jet fired out of his piss slit and flew beautifully through the air before splashing the stallion's chest.

"HNGNGNHHH!" neighed Gabe, the conquered stallion, whom painted himself in cum with several globs of impressive volume. Druff kept up the strokes at a lazy pace until he was done and then simply held onto the thick dick. It would have been a pity to let go of it when it was still so hot, firm, and with cum dribbling down along his knuckles.

"Definitely showing promise," said the Professor.

He grinned rudely when he began to rub the stallion's cum onto his coat. The horse submitted to even this dirty ritual with no complaints.

"I'm sure we can fuck it out of you during round two..."

The horse whinnied at the idea...and the feel of fingers squeezing down on his very sensitive flare.

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Author's note:

_ A finishing school: a prestigious establishment where women of rich and notable families used to go to to learn how to be a fine young lady suitable for entering the civilized high society. _

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