{"sf1_id":17156,"sf2_id":"1pxkQQl1","title":"After School Special","author":"Neith","words":4051,"posted_at":"2007-01-09T11:15:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Highschool","Horse","M/M","Oral","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/17156-after-school-special","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/1pxkQQl1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c0/4b/c04bcde3-0a8e-4793-bc6c-76276d2ab42e","description":"","content":"After School Special  \nWritten and Copyrighted by Neith 2003/2007  \nAny unauthorized manipulation of this text prohibited!  \n  \n----  \n  \nOur story starts in an ordinary high school located in an ordinary  \ntown, where not much out of the ordinary ever happens, but that's not  \nthe point. The focus of this story is the school and its many pupils,  \nbut one in particular, Derek. He's your typical teenager to say the  \nleast about him, standing around the five foot ten inch mark and  \nweighing no more than a hundred and forty pounds, he's considered to  \nbe small by his fellow tiger-morphs, but he's never let that bother  \nhim, or rather, he's never let people know that it bothers him.  \nCurrently it's the last class of the day, or close to it, Derek can  \nusually be found wondering the halls around this time, the senior  \nwaiting for his spare period to end and this most loathed class to  \nbegin, gym.  \n  \nPadding down the empty halls the rubber on his brand new shoes squeaks  \nslightly with his each step, adding to the jingle that his silver  \nchain makes. It wouldn't be long now, soon that bell would ring and  \nfurs would pour out of their classes only to proceed to the next, it  \nwas a boring repetitive thing, school that is. Derek's tail gives a  \ntwitch, almost as if on cue, the bell ringing and the furs rushing out  \nof their classes to their lockers. It was easy to pick out who where  \nthe alphas around, the larger furs pushing around the small, mostly  \nwolves, the head of the football team being on of them, not to mention  \nthe most sought after hunk of flesh in school.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Minding his own business Derek re-adjusted his backpack and padded his  \nway through the halls, weaving through the hoards of furs, bumping  \ninto a few, a mouse here, a Dalmatian there, everyone was so used to  \nit they never bothered to pay attention. At the far end of the hall  \nwas Derek's destination, the infamous boys locker room. Placing his  \npaw on the cool steel that was the door he pushed open and stepped  \ninside, once again greeted by the familiar rows of lockers, about five  \nor so, his being at the very back of the room, closest to the shower  \nroom, that being even more infamous than the locker room itself.  \n  \nThe tiger usually makes it a point of himself to be the first one into  \nthe room and change quickly, not really fond of spending more time  \nthan needed in the room, paranoid of other furs looking at him for  \nsomeone to haze, its happened before, just not to him - yet. Though  \nwhen pushing his way past the door and making his way towards his  \nlocker Derek gets caught off guard when turning around the corner he  \nbumps into a rather large and solid object. Stumbling backwards  \nslightly he recognizes the unknown as Jarred, an equine-morph.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, sorry.. I didn't see ya there\" Derek apologizes with a slightly  \nnervous chuckle.  \n  \n\"Don't worry about it.\" Jarred simply replied and continued on his  \nway, padding down past the rows of lockers and out the side door that  \nled to the outdoor track.  \n  \nDerek's eyes never did leave the equines form, locked on its every  \nmovement, the tiger not really realizing that he was staring, nor did  \nhe notice that Jarred looked back. Shaking his head free from his  \ntrain of thought Derek hurried himself to get changed, twisting the  \nlock on his locker and popping open the small door. Removing his  \nshirt the tiger's lithe form gets its first look at the light of day  \nsince he woke up in the early morning. A rather muscular chest with  \nslightly defined pectorals and a smooth belly of white downy like fur  \nthat has been well kept hints to the fact that Derek does indeed keep  \ngood care of himself, perhaps even works out a bit with the shape of  \nhis arms, nothing spectacular, but nice eye candy.  \n  \nSo, tossing his shirt into the locker Derek does a double take of his  \nsurroundings, still making sure that he's alone before he unzips his  \nblack cargo shorts and tugs them down. Not a fan of tighty-whities  \nDerek prefers the breathable white silk boxer shorts that he wears,  \nsoft on the fur and very comfortable to wear, if not perhaps a little  \nrevealing, showing off the tigers more private curves, and being white  \nnever does really help. Picking up his shorts from the ground after  \ntaking off his shoes he too tosses them into the locker.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Forgot somethin'\" A voice called as Jarred walks so suddenly from  \naround the corner.  \n  \nStartled to say the least Derek's heart skips a beat as he literally  \njumps back slightly in surprise. Jarred only nods to acknowledge  \nDerek's presence, the tiger just standing there in his boxers trying  \nto remain calm as he reaches for his gym clothes from his backpack,  \nhaving to bend over of course to do so. Jarred at this point is  \nrummaging though his locker, which is only about four down from  \nDerek's own, Derek secretly wishing for the equine to hurry up.  \n  \nTaking out his gym shorts Derek quickly steps into them, stuffing the  \nrim of his boxers into them and turning to see that Jarred had already  \nleft, shrugging it off the tiger continues to dress himself and pad  \nhis way outside to where the track is located, just about the time  \nthat other students started to pour into the room, it was too close  \nfor Derek's comfort.  \n  \nClass was much the same as it always was, the furs splitting off into  \ntheir separate little groups, jocks and the others, it also didn't  \nhelp that the captain of the football team was in his class, but if he  \nignored him every thing went fine, Derek never liked to cause trouble.  \nOnce separated football and soccer was the game of choice for the  \nday, jocks obviously playing football and the others opting for  \nsoccer. Derek wasn't that bad of a soccer player considering. He  \nplayed leftwing and scored every now and then, and despite the gym  \nteacher/coaches suggestions he refused to play for the school team.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Slowly but surely the period died down, ending in its usual fifteen  \nlaps around the track. Going at his usual leisurely pace furs would  \npass him left and right, though he wasn't last, Luke an overweight  \nbull was always last, but a good goalie none the less.  \n  \nSuddenly though as he jogged around a jolting -thud- from behind  \nknocked him to the ground hard, along with who it was that ran into  \nhim. Hot and frustrated Derek slowly got up to his feet.  \n  \n\"Hey, watch where you're going feline\" Rang the words from Jarred's  \nmuzzle; he was blaming Derek, what nerve.  \n  \n\"Me? You're the one that ran into me\" Derek shot back, dusting  \nhimself off.  \n  \nSlowly the argument grew as to who ran into who, but it was obvious to  \nbegin with who was at fault, but that didn't stop coach from padding  \nhis slightly tubby self over, the artic wolf not the best to get on  \nthe wrong side with, a very uniform like man, liking to keep things  \nmoving.  \n  \n\"You two.. Derek and Jarred, that's ten extra laps, hurry your asses  \nup\" The coach called from not to far off distance that he kept.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Good one\" Derek said before picking up a more hasty pace with his  \njogging, Jarred slightly behind him the whole time.  \n  \nOne by one the other class members left the track and back to the  \nlocker rooms to change and head on home, or catch the buses 'till  \nfinally it was only Jarred and Derek, even the teacher had left them  \nto finish up. Even if he wasn't around both knew better than not to  \nfinish their laps, it was just something that the coach could tell,  \nand they'd pay if they left before completing the extra laps.  \n  \nGlistening in a light sheen of sweat Derek whipped his brow as he  \nfinished the final lap, Jarred as always, right behind him, and just  \nas exhausted, the track was big, very big. Catching their breaths for  \na moment finally the two made their way back to the locker room,  \ndrenched in sweat and reeking of it. Once into the locker room it was  \nquiet, everyone was gone, the coaches office locked and the lights  \nout, the whole place was barren save for the two. Shrugging it off  \nthey made their way to the end of room and the only two lockers that  \nhad post-it notes on them, 'Sucker' and 'Loser' among others where the  \nwords of choice.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sighing softly Derek peeled his shirt off of his body, the reek of  \nsweat brushing up against his pink nose, making himself gag with the  \nextraordinarily strong stench he was giving off today.  \n  \n\"Gods Tiger.. What a stench, I hope for others sake your gonna wash  \nyourself\" Jarred exclaimed.  \n  \nDerek had almost forgot about the equine at this point, only being  \nreminded that he was there when he spoke up. Turning to his direction  \nDerek froze, his eyes befalling the large strong frame that made up  \nthe horse, his entire body covered in a sweat glistening coat of  \nunspoiled brown, highly defined body tones and a well-formed six-pack  \nof abs. It would be almost impossible not to notice what was  \nstraining against the tight briefs of Jarred's underwear, a large  \nbulging tube stretching the fabric outwards with great detail.  \n  \n\"Y-yeah.. I am..\" He stuttered, quickly averting his eyes from the  \ngodly horse that stood before him.  \n  \n\"Good\" Was all that Jarred replied, reaching into his locker with on  \nhand and pulling out a large green towel and making his way to the  \nshowers, which was directly behind Derek. But before all that Jarred  \nhad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and with  \na swift tug freed all that was to free from the tight confines of the  \nwhite undergarments, tossing them into his locker just before pulling  \nout the towel. Derek's eyes caught a glimpse of 'Jarred', the large  \nhunk of flesh that swung with his graceful movements.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Eyes locked forward Derek reached into his locker and removed his  \nsmaller red towel and tossed it over his shoulder, his eyes glancing  \ndown towards his boxers, his vision confirming what he thought was  \ngoing on down there. No mistaking it, Derek's own tiger hood was  \nslightly larger than usual; the wafting scents of Jarred's musk  \ntickled the tiger's nose. There was no way in hell Derek would tell  \nanyone that he was gay, hell no, but he couldn't deny it, for years  \nhe'd had feelings, but just recently started to act on them, a couple  \ntimes with one of his neighbors, a tiger himself and just a year  \nolder, though he'd only sucked his dick and the reverse.  \n  \nTaking a deep breath Derek removed his boxers and wrapped the towel  \naround his waist, covering himself up before padding into now steamy  \nshower room. Honestly it was Derek's first visit, he'd always managed  \nto keep himself somewhat sweat free, and really never needed to  \nshower. When walking into the room Derek mouthed a \"thank gods\" as he  \nnoticed that there were little walls set up about chest height for  \neach shower stall, noticing Jarred had taken the one at the furthest  \nend of the long room. Padding down Jarred noted that the only one  \nwith soap left was the one beside him, so Derek, left with no other  \nchoice took it, tossing his towel aside only once hidden behind he  \nwall, what little protection it gave anyway.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Turning the knobs to his desired temperature Derek minded his own  \nbusiness, letting the water run down through his sticky fur and  \ncleanse him. It actually wasn't as bad as he thought it would be,  \nJarred wasn't even on his mind, he just showered like he normally  \nwould if he was at home, lathering himself up and washing it out with  \nthe extendable hose, purring slightly even. Shutting his eyes Derek  \nrinsed the fur on his face and out of his headfur, completely  \noblivious to Jarred.  \n  \nThough something suddenly and abruptly caught his attention, the soft  \ntouch of hands on his shoulder combed through his fur, the hand  \nsnaking its way over his chest while another wrapped around from  \nbehind to cross over his belly. Opening his eyes Derek froze as he  \nstared down at the brown hands that held him, a wet chest of fur  \npressing up against his back as nostrils sniffed at his headfur.  \n  \n\"Wh-\"  \n  \n\"Shhhh... quiet\" Jarred hushed Derek.  \n  \nSlowly Jarred's hands stroked through the tigers belly fur as it was  \npelted with water from the shower head, the equine holding somewhat  \ntightly as he pushed himself closer up against Derek, his large thick  \nsheath pressing against Derek's wet furry rump cheeks. The hand that  \nrested on the tigers belly slowly slipped down, smoothing through the  \nslight patch that was Derek's pubic fur, the large fingers caressing  \nsoftly around the outer rim of his sheath opening before detouring to  \nhis hip.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You've got the cutest little rump Derek\" Jarred whispered into his  \near. \"I could watch you run all day.\" He added, lightly licking with  \nhis broad tongue around the rim of Derek's ear, making him shiver.  \nUnsure of what to do Derek stood there, held in the equines arms,  \nunder the shower, feeling the delicate large hands caressing his body,  \nslipping over every curve and contour. Mmmming Jarred slowly dragged  \nhis hand back and over Dereks rump, slowly rubbing it in his hand,  \nfeeling the firm tight muscles contract when catching the tiger off  \nguard again.  \n  \n\"W-what..a-are you doing Jarred\" Derek stammered.  \n  \n\"Relax Derek...just relax\" Jarred whispered back to the unsure tiger.  \n  \nJarred sure had things planned out, surely he bumped into Derek to  \nmake certain they'd be alone like this. Letting out a sharp gasp  \nDerek's eyes shot wide, raising himself up onto his tippy toes as the  \nsudden feeling of Jarred's broad finger slide its way up his ass crack  \nand under his tail to press at the pink muscle that was his tailhole.  \nJarred didn't let up there, slowly he rubbed around that pink entrance  \nwith his wet finger, massaging the tigers tight ring, dimpling it  \nslightly with more forceful attentions.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Derek couldn't help but let out a soft moan, being touched in ways  \nhe'd never experienced yet. Biting at his lower lip his pink fleshy  \ncock tip slipped from its sheath rapidly, Derek unable to resist the  \nurge to grab at his cock, only to find that Jarred's hand beat him to  \nit, the thick hot palm holding his flesh as that finger massaged at  \nhis entrance.  \n  \n\"I'm glad to see you like this Derek...I was afraid you wouldn't\"  \nJarred continued to whisper into the tiger's ear, that finger of his  \npressing more firmly against Derek's tight ring.  \n  \n\"J-j-Jarred... You.. What if someone..\" Derek said, trying to make  \nwhole sentences but failing.  \n  \n\"Don't worry...everyone's gone, and the custodian wont be around for a  \nwhile\"Jarred replied, lightly licking again at Derek's ear. \"So  \nrelax\"  \n  \nDerek soon found it rather hard to relax as Jarred pushed that finger  \nslowly into his tailhole, the tight ring of muscle giving to the  \npushing digit, enveloping it into the deep warmth of Derek's silken  \ninsides. The tiger whimpering, his cock raised fully into Jarred's  \nhand very suddenly, a small tail of precum oozing from its barbed tip.  \nSquinting his eyes and gasping Derek gave to the strange and wondrous  \nnew feeling of having someone else's finger him, pushing deeper under  \nhis tail and moving around, wriggling along his inner walls while the  \nhand slowly jerked him off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With an entire digit up inside him and the hand jerking his shaft  \nDerek moaned deeply with pleasure, only to have it suddenly taken away  \nas it was all removed, the finger slipping from his passage and the  \nhand letting go. Again with hands on his shoulders Jarred motioned  \nfor Derek to turn around. Doing so Derek came face to face with  \nJarred, his hard flesh jutting from his loins and pointing upwards as  \nhe stood before the equine.  \n  \n\"Gods your sexy tiger\" Jarred said aloud.  \n  \nDerek couldn't help himself; his eyes lingered downwards to what was  \nthe largest piece of cock he'd ever seen. Mouth hanging agape in awe  \nJarred's monster flesh hung down past his knees, the large head  \ndrooling precum onto the floor of the shower room, the whole thing  \nthick with a huge pair of heavy balls hanging behind it, swaying  \nslightly as he takes a step forward, a hand holding the base of his  \nshaft.  \n  \nDerek knew what he wanted to do, and he wanted to do it right now.  \nLowing himself down onto his knees in front of Jarred the tiger  \nreached out with both of his paws and took the large hunk of flesh  \ninto them, holding it just behind the drooling head. A little  \nsurprised himself Jarred didn't protest, even taking a step forward  \nand spreading his stance a little, his sac swaying back and forth  \nslowly and heavily as he did so. Opening his muzzle widely Derek  \nlifted Jarred's thick shaft to his mouth, lips sealing around the head  \nand suckling on it, tasting the musky ebony flesh, feeling it pulsate  \ninside his muzzle and drip the salty precum onto his tongue.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jarred let out a moan of his own as Derek suckled on his cockhead,  \nswirling his tongue around the large phallus, flicking his rough  \ntongue at the drooling slit, eagerly drinking the thin salty liquid.  \nHeavily breathing through his nose Derek swallowed more equine flesh  \ninto his muzzle, taking inch after thick inch, bobbing on it with lewd  \nslurping sounds as the water from the shower pelted the back of his  \nhead.  \n  \n\"God Derek.. where'd you learn to suck dick?\" Jarred gasped, his hands  \nholding onto Derek's shoulders for support, his hips pushing back  \nagainst the tigers sucking muzzle, as he grew fully erect at a massive  \ntwenty-four inches long.  \n  \nDerek had no reply, only bobbing his muzzle up and down on Jarred's  \nbig black cock, the blunt head bumping the back of his throat as his  \ntongue cradled the large flesh, slurping and swirling around the tip  \nand rim with every draw back before stuffing his face full with horse  \nshaft again. With tightly sealed lips, Derek milked Jarred's shaft  \nfor its sweet nectar, letting the torrents of precum coat his tongue,  \nslowly letting it slide down his throat, only a small trickle drooling  \nfrom around his lips, stringing off of his chin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"S-stop.. Derek stop\" Jarred exclaimed and drew back his cock from  \nthe wonderful muzzle, the huge black pole standing tall, taller than  \nDerek could ever imagine. \"Turn around.. put your hands on the wall  \nand spread your legs for me\" Jarred explained while pointing.  \n  \nNervous Derek did as he was asked of, placing his paws on the wall,  \nspread out, as were his legs. \"Jarred, I dunno about this\" Derek said  \nwith a crack in his voice, but the equine had already moved himself up  \nagainst the tiger, his hand grabbing onto the base of the stripy tail  \nand lifting it upwards, exposing the tight little pucker that was  \nDerek's tailhole, the pink bud flexing some.  \n  \n\"Just relax and you'll be alright..\" Jarred assured. \"Trust me\"  \n  \nAnd at that instant Derek felt the thick head of equine cock pressed  \nup against his tailhole, the head grinding itself at the ring of  \nmuscle, smearing it with thick amounts of translucent liquid.  \nBringing an arm around Derek's waist and resting the other on his hip  \nthe horse slowly pushed himself forward, spreading open the tigers  \ntight ring.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Aaah.. FUCK!!!\" Derek hissed and gritted his teeth, feeling his anus  \nbeing pried open by something more than three or four times it's size.  \n  \n\"Easy tiger, easy\" Jarred again whispered and wedge his cockhead past  \nthe ring of muscle with a grunt and a splash of pre to slick Derek's  \nwalls.  \n  \nWith his youthful impatience Jarred didn't pause to let Derek get used  \nto his rear being split open, slowly sliding his shaft into the tight  \nbowels of the tiger, forcing inch after inch into his rectum with loud  \ngrunts and grown. Tears of pain rolled down off of Derek's cheeks as  \nmore than a foot of cock flesh was inserted into his ass, and still  \nmore pushed inside untill he felt the strong thighs of Jarred brush up  \nagainst his own.  \n  \n\"Feel that?\" Jarred asked, taking Derek's own paw and placing it on  \nhis belly, an obvious bulge in the shape of the equines cock had made  \nits mark. \"Oh gods\" Derek said softly to himself, stroking the bulge  \nin his lower belly.  \n  \nJust then Jarred slowly started to withdraw his cock, feeling the  \nenflamed head tug against Derek's tailring, stretching it outwards  \nbefore pushing it all back in, repeating it in long steady strokes,  \nreaming the tiger's tailhole to fit his cock. Nickering, Jarred  \npicked up his pace, pushing his shaft in and out faster and faster,  \nsmacking his pelvis against Derek's wet cheeks as he pumped the tigers  \nass full of horse shaft.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Derek clawed deeply at the walls, the searing pain that rocked him  \nbefore had fadded over to one of incredible pleasures, his body rocked  \nwith waves to stimulus. Derek's own paw quickly jerks at his shaft,  \nthe smooth pads of his fingers brushing over his barbs, the tiger on  \nthe edge of a climax. Jarred's own breathing turns to rough panting,  \nthe squishing sounds of his shaft pushing into the Derek's bowels,  \nbumping against the tiger prostate, a small trail leaking out around  \nthe horses cock.  \n  \n\"Oh fuck.. Jarred yessss.. gods!!!!\" Derek whimpered out, panting hard  \nand pawing himself off harder and faster, squeezing his shaft tightly  \nas his ball tighten up close to his body. Jarred's own body starts to  \nquiver, his tail swishing back and forth as his balls loudly slap  \nagainst Derek's ass. \"F-fu-fuck!!! Mrrrowwwll!!!!!\" Derek roared,  \nleaning his head back and gritting his teeth as he shot his tiger  \nspunk against the wall of the shower, blast after blast splattering  \nagainst the wall and oozing slowly down it.  \n  \nWith Derek's climax his tailring clamped tightly around Jarred's  \npounding cock, making the equine rear back and thrust his hips hard,  \nslamming up to the hilt with a loud nicker. Waves of his cum rushed  \ninto Derek's bowels, coating his smooth insides with hot sticky ropes  \nthat flooded back and washed over the tiger's cheeks and down his  \nthighs. Shuddering both furs cried out with their orgasms, Jarred  \nslowly pulling his shaft free from Derek with a lewd slurp and a river  \nof cum as the tiger's ass remained stretched.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Good God\" Jarred said and took a step back, his cock flesh once again  \nhanging limply between his thighs, meanwhile Derek collapsed onto the  \nshower floor, exhausted from the fucking he'd just received. Patting  \nthe tiger on his head Jarred walked over to his stall and rinsed his  \nshaft off under the hot water before grabbing his towel and padding  \nout of the shower to dry off. Around that time Derek manage to pull  \nhimself to his feet and rinse himself clean of any spooge on his fur.  \n  \n\"What the?\" Derek said to himself, noticing something out of the  \ncorner of Jarred's shower stall. Slowly and awkwardly Derek padded  \naround to the stall, and laying on the floor were several bars of  \nsoap, all pilled up. Smirking Derek padded out of the shower after  \nturning off the water and grabbed his towel, purring contently as he  \nwatched Jarred dry himself, and that long hunk of flesh hanging limply  \nbetween his thighs.  \n  \nAfter drying and getting dressed Jarred leaned over and gave Derek a  \nkiss. Taken aback at first the tiger soon fell into the soft gentle  \nkiss and kissed back at those soft lips till Jarred broke it off.  \nSmiling and without words they walked side by side to the exit, Jarred  \nopening the door and letting Derek out first. \"See you tomorrow  \nDerek\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The End?\n* * *\n  \n  \n\n"}