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As I'm almost always busy with college, I don't get much free time for personal projects, but now and then I like to write smut. So feel free to talk to me about future story ideas or the like!

As such, I spend a lot of my small spare time hanging out with amazing, cool people in a relaxing writing, horse, anyone-welcome-we-don't-care telegram chat, run by the wonderfulZaggyNorse ZaggyNorse . Do be warned that it does move quite fast and is very explicit though!

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And before we get into the story, I'd like to say that Mitch may be based off me and my desires and I am a teaching assistant myself, and do have the materials to perform the actions depicted below, I do not advocate them as they would almost certainly lead to your immediate termination. With that said, enjoy!!!

Friday evenings were always slow in terms of office hours. Mitch was always a bit bothered when not one of his 400 students showed up to ask for help when quite a few of them could very much so use some help. Mitch was a 19-year-old student himself, so he knew the value of seeking aid first-hand. Mitch helps teach discrete mathematics, an early level college course, so he gets quite a few bad eggs. Being a horse himself, he was no stranger to stubborn furs: a loquacious owl dominating the question forum at 3 in the morning, a combative mountain lion that wouldn't accept he could be wrong, and a zebra who thought too highly of himself to do the work. A careful hoof can't turn everyone to a good path.

Being a sly horse though, Mitch had a way to make these Friday afternoons alone in the office enjoyable. He'd wear his remote-control, vibrating "Hush" plug the entire time. It was marketed as discreet; how could he not use it at work!? No student would be the wiser as he safely hid his bulging, pre-soaked shorts under the table. The young stallion was feeling a bit adventurous today, so he gave control of the remote to an online buddy, a very dominant wolf, who knew just how much of a submissive pet Mitch wanted to be. How much he wanted someone else to control him and pleasure him the way they wanted. How much he wanted someone to use him. He could keep dreaming of that special someone forever...

A loud knock on his office door woke the daydreaming, buzzing stallion. "It's unlocked, come in!" Mitch exclaimed, arranging his golden mane and composing himself as his fantasies flittered away. Victor, a hard working but not overly bright Springbok antelope in Mitch's class, entered swiftly. He was 19 or 20 years old and his white face paired with its black markings and massive two-foot-long curved antlers made him one of the horse's most memorable students this year. That and his wonderfully toned yet slim physique and soothingly smooth voice, of course.

"Sorry to bother you sir," Victor said meekly, "but I have more than a few questions I hope you can answer."

"Why that's no bother at all!" Mitch said, a grin dawning on his face, "That's what my office hours are for after all, and you're just about saving me from death by boredom." Mitch let out a little chuckle. Victor's hooves made a soft yet pleasant "click-clack" as he shut the door behind him and took a seat on the same side of the desk as Mitch to show the horse teaching assistant his work.

"I've been having a bit of trouble with Rules of Inference and Logical Equivalencies, how do my answers to the practice exam look?" Victor inquired.

As Mitch began reading Victor's work, he could see that the Springbok had made many common mistakes that he had gone over in lecture. "You sit in the front row every lecture, Victor, I know you're a hard worker but there's a lot to fix here. Sure, you have the time?" Mitch asked.

"I um have trouble focusing in class. I sit in the front row to try to help that. I want to focus, and I want to learn. You make learning fun, and I'm glad you're my teaching assistant," Victor spoke while turning away, seemingly embarrassed.

Mitch blushed a tad, feeling the heat in his cheeks. This horse was going to help this student, no matter what he needed! Mitch was noticing a problem though: the buzzing in his shorts was slowly ramping up and the sensation in his ass was getting harder and harder to ignore. It seems like the wolf had unintentionally chosen just when a student started to need help to play with his plaything of a horse and presumably himself.

The increased sensation in the horse's butt made him squirm in his chair. He tried to keep calm and still so that Victor wouldn't notice but there's only so much a horse can do.

Mitch spoke loudly and answered Victor's questions with force and confidence, "So given this proposition is not q and this one is p, we can work with not q to get..." The horse would get into a groove helping the springbok only to have his train of thought melt as the vibrator inside him went from high power to off to an even higher intensity. Mitch could feel his always copious pre was even worse than usual. Was he enjoying this torture? Was he aroused because he was being teased by an unseen man who gained pleasure knowing Mitch was squirming in his office and holding in his moans? He slid his seat a little bit forward under the desk to hide this enjoyment as best as he could while picking back up with "...so let's work both sides of this equation."

If Mitch could take solace in anything it would be in his teaching prowess. Together with Victor, they were zooming through the course's content, smoothing out misunderstandings as they appeared. So, when all of Victor's questions were finally answered and the springbok reached out to shake the horse's hand, Mitch breathed out a sigh of relief. Not the relief he obviously wanted most but the feeling of knowing he'd be alone to achieve that other kind of relief soon.

"Y-you're vibrating Mr. Mitch sir," Victor remarked as their hands met, "and I could've sworn I've heard buzzing sounds coming from you now and then between questions...."

"That's um my chair! Yes, the chair! It was supposed to be a massage chair, but it's broken and randomly vibrates and buzzes!" Mitch blurted out, knowing full well that it's hard to come up with a decent excuse when a vibrator is ravaging your insides.

"It seems like just the seat of the chair that..." Victor said before closing his mouth as sudden realization dawned on his face and a toothy grin met the horse's worried eyes.

"No no, you must be crazy," Mitch pleaded.

"You have a vibrator in, don't you?!" Victor pulled out Mitch's chair to get a better look. As soon as Victor saw Mitch's pre-soaked, ruined shorts, he knew exactly what the horse had been up to, and exactly how much his instructor loved something in his ass. "You do!!" the springbok cried out in joy.

"You're wrong! I just spilled some water before you came in!" Mitch desperately tried to deflect.

Victor knew exactly what to say next: "We wouldn't want word of a faculty member using his work hours to pleasure himself in front of students getting out now would we?" After a short silence, Victor turned Mitch so their eyes met and with cold, serious intent repeated "Would we?!"

"No sir," the once-proud stallion meekly replied, sinking down in his chair, slouching his shoulders. It was so painfully clear to anyone who may have happened on the two who was in control now. A horse slumped down in his chair, looking up at a confident, tall, toned antelope who stared back with hunger in his eyes.

"I have a proposition my dear instructor. You obey me without question for the rest of my time in your office and I'll forget this ever happened," Victor said as a chuckle overwhelmed him.

"I'll do anything but give you a grade you don't deserve," Mitch begged, "please don't tell my boss."

"We're in agreement then!" Victor spouted triumphantly, "I'm your boss for right now, pet. My teacher, the pet, hehe." Victor couldn't possibly know how much being called a pet aroused Mitch, but it drove the pet stallion wild. Victor resumed his first orders, "You will refer to me as master from now on, my little pet horsey. Is that clear, pet?"

"Yes master." Mitch didn't need to be blackmailed. All he needed was someone confident enough to put him into his place: dutifully serving a master.

"I want that plug out of you right now, pet. Nobody controls my pet but me," Victor commanded. Mitch blushed before pulling his pants and underwear down to reveal his hard, thick, leaking horsecock. Giving off a little show to his master, Mitch turned around and carefully removed the still buzzing plug before bending down setting it in his bag. The wolf controlling it would be none the wiser.

Victor, clearly amused by his newfound control over his instructor, took the opportunity of Mitch bending down to grope the horse's supple butt. The springbok gently glided each palm over the horse's rear as his fingers carefully squeezed and kneaded. Victor licked his lips before opening them, "Normally I'd make good pets like you suck and lick and prepare my cock for their ass, but it seems you've already been stretching yourself for me. So, tell me pet, suck on master's cock first or are you feeling needy and want him inside you right now?"

Removing the plug was bittersweet for Mitch, however. He loved and was excited by following his master's orders, but the loss of sensation is his ass was heartbreaking. He needed the stimulation now more than ever in his arousal.

With the few hints of hesitation leaving Mitch's voice, he mustered the courage to display his lust fully, "I... I need you inside me, master. Without the toy in, I feel so empty, so incomplete. Will you please fuck me and fill this void in my ass master?"

Taken aback by Mitch's answer, Victor wiped the look of disbelief off his face and spoke with genuine excitement, "Very very good pet! I can tell you've been wanting someone like me to hold control over you for quite some time. I don't like being the bad guy either so how about we forget the whole me blackmailing you thing and you can submit to me whenever you want, pet. It'll be our little secret." Mitch nodded rapidly in agreement, too embarrassed to speak. A large grin grew across Victor's face before his next orders rang out: "Bend over on the desk, pet. Spread your ass and give a good view for master."

Mitch did what he wanted to, which was of course to obey his master. He leaned over, resting himself on what was now his breeding stand. He pulled his hands back and used them to spread his thick horse ass to give his master the best possible view of a slightly gaping donut of an asshole. He did everything that was asked of him without pause, without question. Without the blackmail to point to, Mitch had to make an admission to himself: he loved being the pet to some confident, toned man who he could call his master.

Victor responded with an excited "Good pet!" He proceeded to get undressed himself, pulling his pants off with ease, displaying his impressive bulge. Mitch was still on his desk, spreading himself open for his master, but that didn't stop him from looking over his shoulder and gawking at the tented briefs behind him. The stallion whimpered, "H-how big are you master? I've never been one to go crazy over size, but I'm worried you might be too big! That has to be at least six inches!"

Victor finished his tease to display his long, thick, cock which was already dripping pre from the amazing view of horse ass in front of him. "It's seven and a half thick, thick inches that you will take, my pet. Don't you worry about the semantics, just worry about serving your master and being a good pet." Victor's pride and confidence in his words melted the meager amount of willpower and resistance Mitch had left.

The springbok strode up behind the stallion's rear, his painfully hard dick in hand. With a meaty thwack, Victor dropped his sausage to rest between the buns of a plump horse butt. As the stallion mewled and squirmed, Victor started bucking his hips. Back and forth, back and forth, Victor's cock slid over Mitch's rear, gently poking at the top of his donut before sliding back up to cover his greedy hole with two large, full springbok balls.

"P-please," Mitch whined.

"Please what, pet? I'm not hearing a coherent thought." Victor knew just how to press Mitch's buttons.

"Please fuck me, master! There's nothing more I need right now than your cock deep inside me, filling me up. I need you! I want you! Just please..." the horse begged.

His master's voice assuaged his worries, "Shh my pet. You've been such a good boy, such a good pet. I won't deny you any longer." Victor stopped bucking his hips and stepped back, lining the tip of his sizable dick up with the horny horse's hole. Then ever so slowly, and ever so carefully, Victor pushed his way inside, inch by inch, until half his cock was inside his good pet.

Mitch was tight, as good pets should be, but not too tight. The vibrating plug had been the perfect warmup to prepare the horse for his master.

Victor started slow, thrusting into his pet teacher. More and more of the springbok's luscious cock filled the stallion on every push. Mitch kept his noises to quiet whines and mewls but the feeling of his master's thighs bumping into Mitch's own as Victor hilted his cock inside the welcoming stallion donut forced a deep, needy moan from his equine lips.

Giggling, Victor knew a moan like that was not only giving him permission to pick up the pace but begging for the rutting to speed up. Victor took his hands off the stallion's hips and grabbed his lithe arms, pinning them down on the desk. Mitch wiggled a little bit, testing his new nonexistent range of motion.

"Nuh uh, pet. You're exactly where I want you," Victor exclaimed, bending forward to press his weight on Mitch's back, opening up a whole new angle to thrust himself in. With renewed vigor, Victor pushed and thrusted and fucked. His moans filled Mitch's ears, delighting the horse informing him of his excellent work. Mitch couldn't stop himself from voicing his pleasure through his own needy cries.

Suddenly, Mitch could feel Victor start to lose his rhythm and throb more and more inside his ass. Even though he realistically would never have had the choice, Mitch cried out, "Finish inside me, master!" That was all the help Victor needed to thrust all of his length in, push down harder on Mitch's arms, put more of his weight on Mitch's back, and cum. Victor's voluminous seed ran hot in Mitch's ass as it filled around Victor's cock.

The pulsing and throbbing of Victor's dick were too much for Mitch as well as Victor's hot, satiated breath on Mitch's neck set the stallion off, firing his own load down underneath his desk, staining his breeding stand. Mitch's orgasm only tightened his amazing ass, making Victor double over in pleasure and let out a desperate "Too tight" moan.

The two men panted, desperate for air. Both were exhausted but more than fulfilled. Mitch especially so.

Victor broke the silence, "So no student really comes in for your Friday office hours Mr. Mitch?"

Mitch pensively replied, "No not really Victor, you're the first to cum here this semester," before letting out a little giggle.

Victor laughed too then took on a serious tone, "So how does same time again next Friday sound, pet?"

Mitch agreed hastily, "Sounds like the start of a productive semester, master."