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The Education of Mr. Kingsberry

"All is Fair in Love and War" proverb; John Lyly author

The September heatwave was relentless. A horse dressed in all the formal trappings of an academic professor sat in front of a computer. Sweat dripped down his neck, marring his once-laundered dress shirt. His fingers tapped away at the keyboard, before taking regular breaks to wipe his damp brow with a handkerchief. His office was located in just one of the buildings of Middlecross, an old school built filled with bricks, arches, and columns. At such an old school air conditioning was reserved only for the renovated buildings, a luxury the humble art history department could not afford. The horse just toiled away regardless, his labor one of love. Heat would not deter such passions.

It helped, if only slightly, to have an ancient metal fan oscillating above him. The clicks of its revolutions momentarily suppressed under the sounds from a record player. A voice filled the room, spinning out ribbons of sound as it threaded the long flowing melodies of Vincenzo Bellini. As the track ended, the equine took off his glasses and wiped the sweat from his face and neck once more. He stood up with all the grace of a tired horse at work and walked over to the water cooler which must have been made sometime during the Eisenhower era. He pulled the conical shaped paper cup from it's holder.

He was filling the cup when he heard a commotion outside his office. "I don't give a damn if I don't have an appointment to see him." He turned just as the door to his office was flung open.

The sight of a young deer greeted him. He was breathing heavily, his face flushed, but it was clearly not just the heat that did this to him. He turned to look at him then spoke, "Are you professor Aurelius Mallory?" Without waiting for a response, the buck continued, "I've been informed that I'm supposed to report to you as your advisee." The young male continued with disgust and malice hanging on his every word, "And just for the record, this is utter bullshit."

Ari stood there and calmly replied, "You must be Mr. Tyler Kingsberry. Please, take a seat."

He looked into his new student's eyes. Usually he would have addressed a new graduate student by his first name. But given what he was told by the department secretary, he thought it best to keep the deer as distant as possible.

After a few minutes, Ari cleared his throat, "I'm sorry if I wasn't loud enough before. Please take a seat." He gestured to the chair on the other side of his desk, before dropping down to his own.

Ty continued to peer down at the equine. He was still fuming from hearing the news that he would not be working with Professor Yates. He didn't really care that much about the old fart as much as he cared about the easy time he was going to have working under him. He had everything set for the year but that damn old buzzard had a heart attack.

"So I hear I'm going to be working under you is that it? My luck I get a wet-behind-the-ear professor. Mallory is it?"

"Mallory it is indeed," he spoke with a slightly cheerful tone despite the deer's rudeness. "Now do have a seat. It is awfully hot in here to have to be standing while we talk about our new relationship." The horse gestured once more to the open chair in front of him, with slightly more authority this time.

Ty continued to glare at the horse. He needed to compose himself. Offending his new advisor was not the path to a breezy PhD. The wheels in his devious little mind began to turn. This simple horse was going to be so easy to manipulate if he used just the right amount of charm and wit. His anger gave way to a slight smile as he formed his plan.

He slowly sat down, "I'm sorry for my outburst. I hope you will accept my apology," he said as he sat down.

Ari raised an eyebrow at hearing the honey-dipped words come out of the deer's mouth. He did not trust such a facile change, but was happy that their first meeting did not both begin and end with a temper tantrum.

"I do understand that I am not your first choice as an adviser and that some frustration is normal. I also hope, however, we can get past that, and make this a good working relationship. Please understand that I only want to help support you as you go through your PhD, and I'm not here to make things harder on you."

Ty continued to size up the horse, "I really appreciate your supportive words. I was just so looking forward to working with Professor Yates that's all. I hope my earlier outburst doesn't affect our relationship Professor Mallory." He stood up and reached out his hand to the other male, "Truce?"

A flash of astonishment highlighted the horse's features for a moment. As a graduate student, Ty was well out of high school, but he was still acting like he was back there, a child fighting with his teachers. He would play along for now at this juvenile game. Smile, not give an inch, and see what happens.

He reverted back to his warm smile, "Of course not. It is just a bit of emotion, normal given the circumstances." He reached out to clasp the offered hand.

As Ty shook his advisor's hand he noticed the strength it possessed. He strained to return the favor slightly wincing. The stallion's smile seemed to be genuine but one thing Ty had learned in his life that things weren't always what they seemed. His father was always telling him that most people were not to be trusted.

"That's quite a grip you have teach," he said. "Remind me never to challenge you to arm wrestling," he chuckled nervously as he shook his hand out trying to get the blood to return to his hand.

Ari laughed, "Sorry about that, I suppose I don't know my own strength sometimes. Comes in part with being a horse, you understand." Before sitting down, he spoke, "Let me get you some water. You're dressed casually but the heat must still be intolerable. They really do need to get air conditioning in this old building, otherwise I might have to start dressing lighter myself."

The deer responded haughtily, "Tell me about it. I keep telling my dad they need to upgrade these old buildings with some real heating and cooling systems". With an extra ounce of smugness in his voice, Ty added, "Hey, let me see what I can do about getting at least a window unit put in your office. My dad is one of the regents so it shouldn't be a problem. After all you and I will be working closely together, we might as well be comfortable doing it, am I right?" The stag put on his most 'sincere' face as he spoke.

As the buck was showing off, the horse went up and grabbed another cup from his water cooler, "It would be nice of you to do so, but I don't think having you ask him would be proper. I'm sure the school's donors have more to concern themselves with than to spend money on some new professor's office space." He finished filling up the paper cup in his hand with water as he returned to his desk and placed it in front of the deer.

"Hey man, thanks," Ty said as he took the water and began to drink. He continued with his usual ingratiating tone, "Well no matter, I was just trying to make up for my earlier outburst. So, what do you have in store for our first day?"

At that moment, the phone rang. "Oh, give me one second." He raised his index finger up at the deer in a polite gesture. "Hello, Professor Mallory here." Seconds creeped by as the horse listened intently to the voice on the other end, interspersed with little sounds of acknowledgement. Finally the horse was able to speak in return, "I understand. I'll be right over. I'm with a student right now. We'll talk more when I see you."

He hung up the phone and with a quick sigh, "I'm sorry I have to do this, but I need to run. There are some important matters I need to attend to elsewhere on campus. Can we reschedule this for another time?"

"No problemo," Ty said in his typically complacent tone. "I've got to get going myself. I have to meet up with some buddies of mine".

A flurry of papers, coats, and apologies came and went. A clearly agitated horse rushed through the door. Ty just watched the horse's white mane and tail stream behind him as he left. He took one last glance around the horse's office noting how quaint and pedestrian it was, before taking his time to leave the office. The door was left open, squeaking as it oscillated with the fan inside.

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The lovely scents of acacia trees hung in the air. The last blooms were still clinging to them here in the last weeks of summer. A rushing deer, consumed with plots and plans, did not pay such beauty any mind. He was focused only on his vengeance, on how he was going to take control of his unknown horse professor, and secure his workless life as an art history professor. He did not want to be like his professor, laboring away at writing boring articles about art no one cared about. He cared little for the life of the mind. He just wanted a position so he could work as little as possible in life.

His gait quickened as he approached the Administration building. As he entered, the cool air enveloped his body like a glove. The sheen of sweat on his fur and the change in climate sent a shiver up his spine. He walked down the hall to a door marked "Communications". He entered the room. Sitting in a chair was a slightly overweight wolf with brown fur and wearing thick bottle rimmed glasses. An open box of pizza and a big gulp cup of soda sat on the desk.

"Bennie, my man!" said Ty. "You have that information I asked for?"

The canine swiveled around in his chair to face the deer. "Shit Ty, you almost gave me a heart attack" said the wolf.

"I was just printing out the info when you walked in," he said shaking. "If anyone found out I was giving you private employee information they'd hand me my ass."

Ty looked at him with disdain, "Jeez Bennie, for a wolf you really are a sheep. Now what do you have for me?" Ty leaned in, pulling the pages of documents from the printer. He scanned the first few pages and with a smile said "Oh this is good. This is really good."

The pages Ty gathered from the printer revealed some kind of fiasco at the previous school. There were private hearings, articles in the local school newspaper, but nothing that was conclusive. Some worries about sexual harassment. They all had mentioned Mallory's name, but nothing said what he did. It wasn't until the last piece was freshly drying from the printer that it became clear. Mallory had sex with a student. Not only that. The student was male.

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Tucked away in a booth in the back of a coffee shop, Ty sipped at his coffee while he munched at some fries and perused the pages of the professor's file. Reading the pages with glee, he failed to notice he had company. He looked up to see the visage of Professor Mallory standing next to his booth. Momentarily stunned, he quickly closed the file folder as he tried to recover from his momentary shock.

With his usual smile of sugary lies, the buck spoke, "Professor, funny to find you here. Would you like to join me in a cup of coffee?"

The horse lost in thought for a moment shifted and smiled warmly at the student, "Oh hello, Mr. Kingsberry. I do have a moment, but I do not want to disturb anything important."

"Oh no, I'm just reviewing some old student essays from last year. I wanted to refresh my memory since some of them will be in your class this year." He watched as the equine slid into the booth they now shared.

A moment of awkward silence followed. The deer sat there looking at the horse, unable to keep his eyes away from the horse's body, the way he filled out his dress shirt, and even the slight tantalizing hint of nipples through dress shirt..

Shaking himself from the spell this horse cast upon him, and the tightness in his pants, he gestured to the waitress, "Is this your first time coming to Dudley's? People say they have the best grilled cheese sandwich in town!" Nervousness crept into his voice as he silently berated himself for such foolishness.

The horse's disarming smile a stark contrast to Ty's awkward, near scowl of a smile, "I do hope, Mr. Kingsberry, that you are not too uncomfortable around me. After all, I do find that supervisor-supervisee relationships work best when things aren't too formal."

He looked down at the menu for a moment, lingering, as if on purpose. Breaking the second awkward silence, he looked back up at Ty, "I have not been here yet, so I'll have the grilled cheese. Thank you for the suggestion."

Returning to his casually ingratiating self, the deer replied, "I still feel so bad about this morning, professor. I don't usually act like that but with what happened with Professor Yates and all, you can understand."

He looked back down again, telling himself that he was just watching the horse's posture for hints of deception. It was too bad, he thought, having to get rid of this specimen. He must have been naturally blessed with such strength, being a horse, but that would also mean he was blessed in other ways.

He shuddered before tearing himself away from such thoughts, composing himself again, re-affirming his plans, "S-so professor, what brought you here to Middlecross. It's not a top school by any means?"

The horse yawned briefly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth, his bicep bulging visibly against his dress shirt. "Oh, you know, the usual. The workload is slightly less..."

Ty couldn't focus on anything the horse said as he just stared at that captivating curve, almost slack-jawed, his mind wandering to all the things he would do to his superior given the chance.

"Are you alright, Mr. Kingsberry?" A voice from his superior called out. "You seem to be distracted."

His face burned, flushed with a combination of arousal and sheer embarrassment, "Y-yes, um, I t-think," He just stopped trying to speak as he took a few moments to collect himself. He grabbed a glass of water from the table and swallowed it in large gulps. His plan. Right. The plan! He needed to seduce this horse and record it on his phone. Why again? Oh! Yes! He needed to blackmail this dumb fool to let him pass easily!

With the horse looking at the deer with a combination of confusion and concern, the buck went forward with his plan. Clumsily, he brushed his hoof against Ari's leg sliding it slowly up its length, "So teach, what does it take to get a hot stallion like you to make sure I get an excellent recommendation?"

The horse's spine jolted vertically, his voice dropped all warmth, and turned to steel, "Mr. Kingsberry, I suggest you refrain from such language and learn a thing or two about personal space. I am going to the restroom and hope that you find a way to cool down from the heat while I'm gone."

Ty sat there berating himself again. This was not what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be cool and calm, not all heated as he thought about how great it would feel under the horse...NO! Stop thinking about that! He needed to salvage this, somehow. He needed to talk to him. He headed to the men's room, taking a few moments to breathe deeply before entering. He stopped just outside the door and waited a few moments before entering. Standing at the sink was the stallion washing his hands. He spoke once more, "Professor Mallory, I'm sorry if I shocked you, I really didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

The stallion turned to Ty, his posture tall, eyes piercing through the back of Ty's skull. His voice regained a steely tone from before, but was now one of steel laced with fire, "Do you think this is about discomfort, Mr. Kingsberry? Do you think that violating basic ethics, degrading yourself for an easy pass, is just about my discomfort? This is very serious young man, and can get you expelled, despite whatever pull your father has."

That voice, it was so sexy, almost as if it could get Ty to do anything it said. Such forcefulness was unexpected, making the manipulative deer hesitate. He was so sure he could do this. It was supposed to be so simple, how could the horse see through him so well? Now he had to think quick about what tactic he going to use on him, "Hey calm down. I'm not trying to do anything. It was just a joke, I didn't mean anything by it."

Ty was looking at Mallory with pleading eyes, his arms outstretched showing his false mia culpa.

Hearing those words, the horse's gaze softened a tad, the tension lessening throughout his body. With suspicion still cast toward the deer, "I sure hope so, for both of our sakes. You should not be saying such things so lightly with someone you just met." The horse walked toward the deer, his hands still wet, forgotten from his earlier hand washing. He paused for a moment in front of Ty, "I will be getting my sandwich to go. I expect you to think long and hard about what you said to me today and whether that is appropriate, joke or otherwise."

Mallory walked out of the restroom leaving Ty standing there staring at the empty space the horse had just occupied. Mixed emotions ran through his mind, "What the hell just happened?" he thought.

On one hand he was taken aback by how forceful the equine was with him, something he wasn't prepared for. But on the other in some subconscious way his body was telling him something else.

He reached down with his hand and adjusted the burgeoning hard on in his pants. Three words Mallory said replayed in his mind, "long and hard". Cursing, the frustrated deer turned and left the restaurant.

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Ty's mind was in flux during his ride to Mallory's place. The stallion had paid for his lunch on his way out and left him a note to meet him at his house. He had always been in control of his life and controlled those around him. Now the tables were turned and he needed to keep a handle of himself in front of the quirky but attractive stallion.

He paid the driver and stepped out of the car. As he turned around, he looked around the area. Brownstone -- a symbol of old money. Shit. What were they paying this guy?

He stepped into the ornate lobby, lavished in velvet carpet, and gilded in gold. Taking a moment to take in the interior, he proceeded to the door on his cheap diner napkin, the swirling loops of the handwriting looking strange against the generic brown background. He pushed the bell. A moment later the door swung open and in front of him stood either his savior or nemesis.

There he was again, that frustrating smile plastered on his face - the one which made him simultaneously want to flee as far as way as possible and to get down on his hands and knees and do everything to the stallion.

The words came out mundane, polite, yet somehow as sexy as that smile, "I see you got my note. Please come in. Do excuse the appearance of my place. I had to clean up at the last minute for you." The horse stood back to let the deer through the door, before turning around, and beginning to walk to the living room. He stopped as Ty hesitated, looking behind him, "Are you going to stand there all day?"

Ty quickly scurried inside, unwilling to let the stallion see him unsure again. Back straight. Head raised. Pride. Confidence. Show no weakness.

The stallion chuckled at the deer, "No need to be so stiff. Relax and take a seat." Ty's right hand clenched as the stallion's words stung. He had seen through him again. But no matter, he was going to sit down, and he was going to show this horse who was boss. He plopped down and as he did so, a large painting of an older mare greeted his eyes -- her coat pitch black, but those eyes, emeralds that made him shudder in their radiance, reminding him of a certain horse who had just brought tea and put a cup in front of him.

"My mother," he said gesturing toward the painting, "they say I inherited her eyes."

Ty could only nod as his gaze went back to looking at the stallion's eyes.

A moment passed before the horse asked, "Tea?"

Ty nodded before a dark liquid flowed into his cup, before taking a look around the rest of the spacious room. He was a bit taken aback at how nice the place was. A smattering of antiques and modern. Beautiful artwork and framed photographs adorned the wall. In one corner was a high end Kef stereo and on the wall was a huge LP and CD library.

He turned to the horse and said, "Someone likes his music," he then added, "So why did you invite me over to your place. I'm sure it wasn't to play a game of Scrabble."

The horse was sat on an old oak rocking chair across the room, sipping silently at his tea, before setting his cup down, "You are right that I love my music. Music, books, and art, the holy trinity of pleasures." The horse purposefully ignored the deer's question as he began to rock in the chair, still smiling patiently as his chair began to squeak with each rock back and forth.

"I've got to say teach, you sure know how to live. I expected your place to be a bit more plebeian in nature." He kept looking around taking in the room until he stopped and focused on Ari in his rocking chair. Noticing a smug look on the horse's face, "That look reminds me of the cat that just ate the canary." Ty's own face now showing a sly smile, leaning forward with his arms on his thighs, "So, am I supposed to be the canary?"

The horse just kept rocking away, gazing into the deer's eyes. Green eyes like daggers, "Only if you want to be."

Ty's response to the horses faintly veiled offer was quick and decisive. "Well if you're offering, then I think the only polite thing to do is to say yes." He continued to eye the equine trying to see if he could read anything more into the way the horse was thinking.

"So, do you have anything specific in mind or do we play this by ear?" Ty slowly reached back into his back pocket to make sure his cell phone was still there, "If not, I have some things you might like if you're up for them."

The creaking of the rocking chair slowed as the horse stood up, walked determinedly up to Ty, his encased bulge just a mere inches from the deer's muzzle. A stunned look grew over Ty's face. The horse wasn't looking down though, evidently distracted by something. "I'll be right back." The horse said without waiting for him, strolling off to another room.

The deer watched Ari disappear around the corner. He quickly pulled out his cell phone from his back pocket. He checked to make sure he had plenty of battery life, then he brought up his camera icon, setting it to record. He looked quickly to see if the horse was still in the other room.

He rose and walked over to the fireplace placing his phone next to a small silver sterling figurine that was perched on the mantel. Once he had the phone set where he wanted it, he quickly returned to the couch sitting down just as Mallory entered the room.

Ari returned to his rocking chair, eyes focused on Ty, "Sorry about that. Now where were we talking about?" He stroked the white hairs about his chin, "Ah yes, you were going to tell me about your ideas for your dissertation. Remind me what art historical period you are interested in?"

A questioning frown appeared on the bucks face. What the hell is this guy talking about? Maybe he was using a metaphor as a way to get into the mood for some fun. Ty spoke, "I'm not sure what historical period you mean but I have an idea for something a little more current." He stood up and quickly pulled his polo shirt up over his torso and tossed the shirt at Ari. He kicked off his loafers and began to unbuckle his trousers.

Ari raised his eyebrow, an unamused expression on his face, "Is this some kind of contemporary art piece you are a part of?" Several squeaks of his rocking chair pierced the silence that followed.

"You can show me the piece later. Put your clothes back on and sit down. Now I want to know the literature you're addressing in your thesis and how it's relevant to this piece."

Ty stood there with his hands on his pants. His face crowned with puzzlement. This had to be some sort of academic related game he's playing. I have to play along so I can get this footage and blackmail him. He looked at the equine, "Peter and the Wolf by Sergei Prokofiev". You're Peter and I'm the Wolf, and I've come here to eat you my dear." He chuckled before moving around the coffee table and approaching Ari, licking his lips, "So professor, what are you gonna do to stop me from eating you out?"

The stallion stood up, tall, towering over the cervine as he approached, "Mr. Kingsberry." The stallion paused a moment and let his piercing voice evaporate into the silence, "Do you know what's worse than a lazy student?" A few more moments passed, "A manipulative student who does stupid things like try to seduce their teacher."

The deer at this point is getting into the roleplaying with his superior. "But don't you know us wolves don't like it when their prey talks back to them?" He begins to unbutton his pants revealing red briefs underneath. Standing close to the horse the deer looks up into those amazing green eyes. "Besides, I'm not here to talk about some boring dissertation on art or history. I'm here to talk about what I'm going to do with that fine body of yours" Ty, now inches from the horse, can feel the warmth of the stallions breaths against his muzzle.

"So teach what's it gonna be, hum?"

Anger flashed into the horses eyes, "Boring?! Boring?! Do you think research is boring? Do you think I dedicate my life to studying art and its history so I can fuck my slutty students who can't keep their small dicks to themselves? You've got some nerve trying to seduce me. And you've got even more nerve insulting our field." The horse was on the verge of shouting into the deer's ears. He paused once more. Deep breaths of rage filled his torso, before he got control of himself once more. His voice calm before it entered the space once more, "Why are you here?" Followed by, "Why are you even in our department?"

The deer stood there motionless, his muzzle agape. Here he thought that the note he had received from his teacher, the comment about being the canary was an invitation for a chance to have some fun in the sack and at the same time possibly catch him in an uncompromising situation.

Now with what the equine was saying to him, never in his young life had he been totally confused and at odds with himself.

He could feel the heat rising from his face. It pissed him off to allow someone else to see him this way. He turned away from Ari and began to button up his pants while bending down to fetch his shoes.

With shoes in hand, he quickly moved to the door of the apartment. Not remembering or caring he was leaving without his phone or shirt. He grabbed the door handle, turning it in his hand and opening the door to the hallway.

Ari watched the student leave and went over to his mantle to pick up the student's phone, stopping the recording. He chuckled to himself as he watched the embarrassed student leave in a despondent state, "It does serve him right, trying to lord himself over everyone else just because his parents are big donors to the school."

Ty moved down the hallway, his mind in a fog. He stopped in the lobby long enough to put his shoes on. He pushed the glass and wood door open and continued to walk towards the street.

He paused midstep. He forgot his phone! He looked back at the building. For a minute he stood there thinking contemplating whether to risk another embarrassing encounter with the horse. Finally he uttered to himself, "dammit to hell" and in a fury, he stomped off down the

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The door opened and Ty stepped into his own condo. Coming from money he didn't have to live in the college dorms and rub elbows with the unwashed masses.

Speaking of unwashed masses, his nostrils flared as he realized he smelled rank. He needed to take a shower and in the worst way. He crossed the living room and into the bedroom where he stripped out of his remaining clothes tossing them in the hamper as he moved into the bathroom.

The walk from Ari's apartment allowed him to do a lot of thinking. At first he was royally pissed off, then his feelings turned to annoyance and finally as he moved to the shower he began to think about how sexy the horse was and how turned on he was by the whole situation.

He stepped into the shower stall to turn on the water. Once the temperature was to his liking he grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering up his body. Suddenly his home phone began to ring from the nightstand in his bedroom.

Ty hesitated thinking he would let it go to his answering service. As the phone continued to ring he turned and shut off the water, grabbed his bath towel off the hook. Water dripping off his lithe body as he walked to the phone and picked up the handset. An exasperated tone croaked out, "Hello?"

A familiar and frustrating voice responded, "Hello, Ty. I have your phone here. I believe it would be prudent for you to pick it up as soon as you can. Though you should make sure to shower first. Your scent was a bit...well...pungent while you were over here."

Ty stood there in stunned silence. The last person he expected a phone call from was that damned equine. He didn't know what to say, just the sound of the male's voice made him flush with arousal. He could feel his penis harden and slip from his sheath. In a faltering voice he answered, "Professor, h..h..how did you get this number?"

The horse chuckled on the other end of the line, "I sometimes wonder how you got into a graduate program. But if you need it laid out for you, you left your phone in my place. Your phone has your home number in it, I called you from it."

Of course, you moron! Your home number is in your contacts. With as much courage as he could, he said; "I didn't realize I had left it there. Th..thank you for being so considerate to call and let me know I did."

He wanted to get his phone back in the worst way but he didn't want to return to Ari's apartment to retrieve it. He for sure as hell didn't want the horse to come to his place. Finally he thought to himself and then said. "If it isn't too much of an inconvenience could we meet at your office?"

"Of course. It only seems fitting that we finish this dance in the same place it started. See me as soon as you can get there. I will be waiting, and remember, clean yourself up." with that, the horse hung up without waiting for a response.

The deer stood there grasping the phone in his hand, listening to the dial tone. Random thoughts ran through his head. What sort of game was Ari playing? It all began with plans to destroy and humiliate the horse but now, not only had the tables been turned, he was having all these crazy feelings about him.

He put the phone back in its cradle, turned and walked back into the bathroom. He stopped, standing in front of the shower dropping his towel then stepping back into the stall. With one hand he turned the water back on to adjust the temperature. As he let the water flow over his body, with his other hand he placed it on his rock hard pink cock and began to slowly masturbate himself.

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The horse sat at his desk. A solitary lamp lit his face as he wrote in a notebook. The air was cooler. A window was open, allowing a soothing night breeze to flow through the room. It was almost as if it was a different room entirely. Gone was the sweat. Gone was the frustration of the day. Now Ari could work to his heart's content. Of course, he wasn't here just to work. He was here to teach an entitled brat of the university a lesson that he clearly needed teaching. He had spoken to some of his colleagues about the deer. Nice things were scarcely uttered through all the ranting and complaining. He was going to put the deer on a nice short leash. Perhaps literally, if the situation called for it.

Ty stepped from his building. A slight breeze teased at his fur as he turned and walked up the street towards the university. After such a hot day the early evening air although still warm was a welcoming change.

After his shower he was feeling much better. He no longer carried the rank smell from earlier and after applying some cologne, he felt like a new anthro. He stepped from the sidewalk to the footpath that would lead to Mallory's office. Thoughts and feelings ran through his mind. What was he going to find when he arrived? This whole situation had gone from bad to worse. Yet here he was finding himself drawn to a place in which he had no idea what the outcome would be. He looked up to see a light coming from the corner office where the equine's office was. He noticed the windows were open and the soft sound of music emanating from within its walls.

The familiar muscled figure showed up in silhouette, shadowed from the light behind it, but even then he felt like those green eyes were looking right at him. How could he though? It was almost pitch black out here, not even a single street lamp nearby. He shook his head as that silhouette moved away from his sight and back into the room. He sighed slightly and continued to walk around the corner until he found himself at the front doors of the building.

He pushed the polished oak door inward and into the first floor foyer. The air was still and humid. Just a few dim lights lit the space. He had never been here after hours and certainly never after dark. He shuddered, as if he was approaching his worst fear. Pausing a moment to breathe deeply, he turned and looked up the darkened staircase.

What waited for him there? The back of his neck was damp with sweat, and he reached up to wipe it with his hand. Whatever he would find it was too late to turn back now. He grasped the banister and began to climb the stairs, creaking with every slow step.

"Stop dawdling out there Mr. Kingsberry. No need to delay your punishment further."

The office door was left open, a reminder to Ty of how careless he was when he left earlier in the day. Why was he so angry again? He couldn't remember. All that mattered was the horse on the other side. And once again he was struck by that dual sensation, the one that wanted to run away but also to do everything the stallion asked. He gulped as he walked into the light of the open door, only to find an empty desk, with a solitary lamp.

Ari lightly stepped from his hiding space and moved right behind the deer, "Looking for me?" He murmured in his ear.

The buck wasn't prepared for the sudden voice speaking low into his ear. That sensation again! Fear. Arousal. They flooded his body once again, judging by what was going on in his pants though, arousal was winning. "Professor Mallory" he said in a slightly shaken tone. "I'm here as you requested. I assume you have my phone." Ty didn't turn around. He stood there staring across the room at the far wall trying not to seem nervous.

Oh, I do. And you know what else I have?" The horse's breath wafted into the other's ear, "A video of you trying to seduce me, and me rejecting your advances." The horse stepped up close to the deer, his hips now against Ty's.

The buck could feel the horse's body close against his back. Hot breath, smelling of oats reached his nose. He closed his eyes and lifted his head back just slightly. "I..I..only did what I thought we both wanted," Ty responded. "I didn't mean for you to feel offended by my actions."

"Don't play coy. I know exactly what you were trying to do. You were trying to get dirt on your new adviser so that you could manipulate him into getting an easy pass. But if you spent half your energy paying attention to what's required of you as a student as you do scheming, you would know that it doesn't matter if I give you an easy pass. You need a committee with two other members of our department. They all have to sign off on your dissertation. What's more is that you'll have three external examiners whom you won't know until you actually hand in your dissertation. You would have been spending all this time and effort blackmailing me when it would have been a complete waste of your time."

Ty had been caught. He knew what the horse said was all true, he couldn't deny it. But what about all the other stuff Could it be his own plans to destroy Mallory were for naught? "I...I...never meant....I mean your right, I did try and hurt you". Ty was rambling, his thoughts and feelings were jumbled. He didn't want Ari to hate him. Now he wanted to take it all back, to start at the beginning. He wanted him to like him, respect him. With eyes brimming with tears, "Please Professor, I so....so....I..didn't....I want you to know I didn't want this to happen like it did." He felt so ashamed. No, he felt rotten. He began to step away from Ari. He had to get out of there. To be anywhere else but in the room with the equine.

Before he could get away, strong arms, enveloped him, and that comforting whisper spoke to him, "Shhh....shhh....it's okay. You've just got a lot of atoning to do. Not just to me but to the rest of the department. You think you can do that?"

Ty felt his body being enveloped by strong arms. The words the equine spoke rang true, but he couldn't think about any of that. All he could think about was how happy he felt, in the arms of this stallion. He felt safe. He felt that this was where he belonged.

He exhaled a long breath then said; "You know, I don't really care what happens to me. All I care is for you don't hate me and that you will forgive me for what I tried to do to you. You do believe me don't you?"

The equine held Ty there, stroking his head comfortingly, "We'll have to put those words to the test over the next few years. We will have to retrain a lot of your habits to make sure you complete this PhD of yours. And I won't expect anything except the best work." He took a deep breath, "But if that's going to happen, I need to know that you trust me and will listen to me. Understand me?"

Hearing those words the buck relaxed his body. He hung there, his body being held up by the strong arms of the equine. His head pushed against the chest behind him. He finally spoke, "And where does that leave us?"

The reassuring voice behind him said, "That's really up to you isn't it? You've been playing a game with me since we first met, trying to get power over me. You need to decide what you want and you need to tell me what you want. No more games."

Ty raised his head. He found purchase in his hooves and he stood up while grabbing Ari's strong forearms with his hands and pushed them away. He stepped forward a few feet and turned to face the horse.

Staring into those eyes once more, the deer was struck with fear and desire once again. Eyes brimmed with tears. His hands bunched into fists. He stood there for a minute or so, breathing heavily. Finally he spoke, "I don't know what to do. I'm so confused right now. All I want to do is make things right, I need to make them right". By now, the buck was sobbing. "Will you help me? Will you show me the way and help me make amends for all the rotten things I've done. Ty took a step closer to Ari. He held out his hand to him.

The horse pressed his lips up against the deer's giving a soft kiss, before pulling away, "A kiss is just a kiss until more is desired. Do you want more my student?"

Ty was both surprised and delighted when the equine stepped forward and kissed him. He felt himself getting hard. Wide-eyed, his face feeling the heat of arousal, all he could do was to shake his head yes in agreement.

The horse wrapped his arms around his student, pulling themselves crotch to crotch. His lips fervently pressed against Ty's. He pushed the deer up against the desk, his own desires awakened with the kiss.

The buck felt himself being enveloped by a wall of muscle and fur, feeling the pink thick tongue of the equine sliding inside his muzzle. He pushed his own forward to greet it.

As the kiss continued, Ty was pushed back by the horse, the equine's bulge leading the way, pressing against his own. Suddenly he felt the edge of the desk against the back of his legs. He continued to be tongued by his advisor. He had never felt such desire in his life. Eyes closed, he placed his hands on Ari's belt fumbling to undo it; he could feel the horse's cock expand and push up against his stomach. The massive shaft flopped out and jutted forward with all the power of a pent up equine, as the horse helped Ty up onto the desk, his legs bent up, pants stretching. He reached under the deer, and pulled his pants clear up, now exposing the deer. A nicely sized cock burst out, but more importantly, the tight hole underneath pulsed with need as the horse looked longingly there for a moment. "You ready my student?" He said with a raspy voice.

The deer was in shock from having his shorts and underwear pulled away. His rigid pole feeling the air as it moved about from the ceiling fan. His body pushed back onto the desk, His back disturbing papers left on the desk. He opened his eyes to the image of a very handsome stallion looming over him, green eyes gleaming with lust and pent up desire. A submissive voice called out, "fuck me, fuck me hard." It wasn't until after those words came out, the buck realized they were his.

The pleasantly surprised horse above grinned as he thrust, his cockhead pushed right up against the puckered hole. He began with a few teasing, light thrusts, just for the deer to feel just how thick he was, until he followed it with a more forceful thrust. His long shaft intentionally missed the target, pushing up through the deer's low hanging balls and against his smaller shaft. His grin widened as he saw Ty react to it, letting him feel just how much of him he was going to take. He pulled back once more. This time his aim was true. And a fierce targeted thrust of his hips led to his massive flat cockhead pushing into the tight deer.

Inch after inch of horsemeat was buried into the needy deer. The horse chuckled at how easily he went in, "Seems someone is no stranger to big cocks." He began thrusting in and out letting a few more inches pop inside. "Or perhaps you just have a big horse dildo at home you ride, just waiting for a horse like me to take you for real. Perhaps you even used it in that shower you took, thinking about how good this would feel." He didn't wait for a response as another thrust brought him to the hilt, balls slapping against ass.

Ty couldn't speak. The only sounds that could come out of his mouth were moans as that horsecock reamed his insides. He grabbed the edge of the desk harder, trying to hold on as best he could while being pushed and prodded by the equine's cock, preparing himself for the onslaught he was about to take.

Faster and harder. These were the only things in their minds as the thrusting continued, the indistinct sound of pre making each movement easier. Inch after inch of glistening horsecock revealed only to push right back in.

Each time the blunt head tapped prostate, stars flashed across the back of Ty's eyelids. Never in his life had he felt such immense pleasure. If this was part of his road back to redemption he hoped the journey would take him a long, long time. "Mooooore" he called out in a shrill tone. His grunts were timed to the thrusts of the horsecock up his ass. He could feel himself edging toward orgasm.

With a whinny, the equine's thrusts intensified, slamming in and out of the loosened hole underneath him with ease. Each slam of his hips getting easier and easier as his pre continued to loosen the deer up. His pent up frustrations at the deer being released as if each thrust of his was payback for the headaches the student had given him and his colleagues. His orgasm neared and drew close, preparing to unleash himself inside the needy deer.

The buck could feel the speed in which the horse was pistoning in and out of him pick up. He didn't think he could feel any more pleasure from it's action but he was wrong. As the intensity of the fucking increased so did his feeling of impending release. Without warning, a large hand grabbed his straining cock. The hand stroked in time with every powerful thrust. Ty's body and mind was being bombarded from all sides. Never in his life had he felt such immeasurable bliss. It was almost an out of body experience as the stallion hammered his cock repeatedly against his prostate. Pre leaked from his cock tip as the hand wrapped around it slid it up and down its slicken surface.

With a feral whinny, the horse's eyes locked onto Ty's, nostrils flared, lips raised. Bursts of cum began to shoot deep, deep within the tunnel below.

A cry erupted from the stag's throat. Anyone walking near the open windows of the second story office would have stopped and wondered if someone was being physically violated, not realizing how right they were.

Ty could feel his stomach distend from all the equine spooge flooding his body. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Moments later his own bounty joined that of the horse's as his own cock began fountaining streams of hot semen. Splashing the face of his partner and torso, and soaking into his shirt.

Ari hung over the deer, panting in his afterglow, his cum leaking onto the floor from Ty's hole. He smirked down at the deer between pants, "You know, you might be an intolerable student, but you're pretty good at taking horsecock." The horse brought his cum-covered hand to his muzzle and licked up Ty's cum. "You sure seem to enjoy it too."

Ty laid there, chest laboring with heavy breathing. Never in his young life had he been thoroughly used and abused. He opened his eyes and looked up at his advisor with awe and respect.

Slowly a slight smile crept across his face. In his usual insufferable tone of voice he uttered, "So teach, does this mean I'm gonna get a passing grade on the dissertation I'm writing?"