# After School Special Author: Neith Tags: Anal, Highschool, Horse, M/M, Oral, Tiger After School Special Written and Copyrighted by Neith 2003/2007 Any unauthorized manipulation of this text prohibited! ---- Our story starts in an ordinary high school located in an ordinary town, where not much out of the ordinary ever happens, but that's not the point. The focus of this story is the school and its many pupils, but one in particular, Derek. He's your typical teenager to say the least about him, standing around the five foot ten inch mark and weighing no more than a hundred and forty pounds, he's considered to be small by his fellow tiger-morphs, but he's never let that bother him, or rather, he's never let people know that it bothers him. Currently it's the last class of the day, or close to it, Derek can usually be found wondering the halls around this time, the senior waiting for his spare period to end and this most loathed class to begin, gym. Padding down the empty halls the rubber on his brand new shoes squeaks slightly with his each step, adding to the jingle that his silver chain makes. It wouldn't be long now, soon that bell would ring and furs would pour out of their classes only to proceed to the next, it was a boring repetitive thing, school that is. Derek's tail gives a twitch, almost as if on cue, the bell ringing and the furs rushing out of their classes to their lockers. It was easy to pick out who where the alphas around, the larger furs pushing around the small, mostly wolves, the head of the football team being on of them, not to mention the most sought after hunk of flesh in school.   Minding his own business Derek re-adjusted his backpack and padded his way through the halls, weaving through the hoards of furs, bumping into a few, a mouse here, a Dalmatian there, everyone was so used to it they never bothered to pay attention. At the far end of the hall was Derek's destination, the infamous boys locker room. Placing his paw on the cool steel that was the door he pushed open and stepped inside, once again greeted by the familiar rows of lockers, about five or so, his being at the very back of the room, closest to the shower room, that being even more infamous than the locker room itself. The tiger usually makes it a point of himself to be the first one into the room and change quickly, not really fond of spending more time than needed in the room, paranoid of other furs looking at him for someone to haze, its happened before, just not to him - yet. Though when pushing his way past the door and making his way towards his locker Derek gets caught off guard when turning around the corner he bumps into a rather large and solid object. Stumbling backwards slightly he recognizes the unknown as Jarred, an equine-morph.   "Oh, sorry.. I didn't see ya there" Derek apologizes with a slightly nervous chuckle. "Don't worry about it." Jarred simply replied and continued on his way, padding down past the rows of lockers and out the side door that led to the outdoor track. Derek's eyes never did leave the equines form, locked on its every movement, the tiger not really realizing that he was staring, nor did he notice that Jarred looked back. Shaking his head free from his train of thought Derek hurried himself to get changed, twisting the lock on his locker and popping open the small door. Removing his shirt the tiger's lithe form gets its first look at the light of day since he woke up in the early morning. A rather muscular chest with slightly defined pectorals and a smooth belly of white downy like fur that has been well kept hints to the fact that Derek does indeed keep good care of himself, perhaps even works out a bit with the shape of his arms, nothing spectacular, but nice eye candy. So, tossing his shirt into the locker Derek does a double take of his surroundings, still making sure that he's alone before he unzips his black cargo shorts and tugs them down. Not a fan of tighty-whities Derek prefers the breathable white silk boxer shorts that he wears, soft on the fur and very comfortable to wear, if not perhaps a little revealing, showing off the tigers more private curves, and being white never does really help. Picking up his shorts from the ground after taking off his shoes he too tosses them into the locker.   "Forgot somethin'" A voice called as Jarred walks so suddenly from around the corner. Startled to say the least Derek's heart skips a beat as he literally jumps back slightly in surprise. Jarred only nods to acknowledge Derek's presence, the tiger just standing there in his boxers trying to remain calm as he reaches for his gym clothes from his backpack, having to bend over of course to do so. Jarred at this point is rummaging though his locker, which is only about four down from Derek's own, Derek secretly wishing for the equine to hurry up. Taking out his gym shorts Derek quickly steps into them, stuffing the rim of his boxers into them and turning to see that Jarred had already left, shrugging it off the tiger continues to dress himself and pad his way outside to where the track is located, just about the time that other students started to pour into the room, it was too close for Derek's comfort. Class was much the same as it always was, the furs splitting off into their separate little groups, jocks and the others, it also didn't help that the captain of the football team was in his class, but if he ignored him every thing went fine, Derek never liked to cause trouble. Once separated football and soccer was the game of choice for the day, jocks obviously playing football and the others opting for soccer. Derek wasn't that bad of a soccer player considering. He played leftwing and scored every now and then, and despite the gym teacher/coaches suggestions he refused to play for the school team.   Slowly but surely the period died down, ending in its usual fifteen laps around the track. Going at his usual leisurely pace furs would pass him left and right, though he wasn't last, Luke an overweight bull was always last, but a good goalie none the less. Suddenly though as he jogged around a jolting -thud- from behind knocked him to the ground hard, along with who it was that ran into him. Hot and frustrated Derek slowly got up to his feet. "Hey, watch where you're going feline" Rang the words from Jarred's muzzle; he was blaming Derek, what nerve. "Me? You're the one that ran into me" Derek shot back, dusting himself off. Slowly the argument grew as to who ran into who, but it was obvious to begin with who was at fault, but that didn't stop coach from padding his slightly tubby self over, the artic wolf not the best to get on the wrong side with, a very uniform like man, liking to keep things moving. "You two.. Derek and Jarred, that's ten extra laps, hurry your asses up" The coach called from not to far off distance that he kept.   "Good one" Derek said before picking up a more hasty pace with his jogging, Jarred slightly behind him the whole time. One by one the other class members left the track and back to the locker rooms to change and head on home, or catch the buses 'till finally it was only Jarred and Derek, even the teacher had left them to finish up. Even if he wasn't around both knew better than not to finish their laps, it was just something that the coach could tell, and they'd pay if they left before completing the extra laps. Glistening in a light sheen of sweat Derek whipped his brow as he finished the final lap, Jarred as always, right behind him, and just as exhausted, the track was big, very big. Catching their breaths for a moment finally the two made their way back to the locker room, drenched in sweat and reeking of it. Once into the locker room it was quiet, everyone was gone, the coaches office locked and the lights out, the whole place was barren save for the two. Shrugging it off they made their way to the end of room and the only two lockers that had post-it notes on them, 'Sucker' and 'Loser' among others where the words of choice.   Sighing softly Derek peeled his shirt off of his body, the reek of sweat brushing up against his pink nose, making himself gag with the extraordinarily strong stench he was giving off today. "Gods Tiger.. What a stench, I hope for others sake your gonna wash yourself" Jarred exclaimed. Derek had almost forgot about the equine at this point, only being reminded that he was there when he spoke up. Turning to his direction Derek froze, his eyes befalling the large strong frame that made up the horse, his entire body covered in a sweat glistening coat of unspoiled brown, highly defined body tones and a well-formed six-pack of abs. It would be almost impossible not to notice what was straining against the tight briefs of Jarred's underwear, a large bulging tube stretching the fabric outwards with great detail. "Y-yeah.. I am.." He stuttered, quickly averting his eyes from the godly horse that stood before him. "Good" Was all that Jarred replied, reaching into his locker with on hand and pulling out a large green towel and making his way to the showers, which was directly behind Derek. But before all that Jarred had hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and with a swift tug freed all that was to free from the tight confines of the white undergarments, tossing them into his locker just before pulling out the towel. Derek's eyes caught a glimpse of 'Jarred', the large hunk of flesh that swung with his graceful movements.   Eyes locked forward Derek reached into his locker and removed his smaller red towel and tossed it over his shoulder, his eyes glancing down towards his boxers, his vision confirming what he thought was going on down there. No mistaking it, Derek's own tiger hood was slightly larger than usual; the wafting scents of Jarred's musk tickled the tiger's nose. There was no way in hell Derek would tell anyone that he was gay, hell no, but he couldn't deny it, for years he'd had feelings, but just recently started to act on them, a couple times with one of his neighbors, a tiger himself and just a year older, though he'd only sucked his dick and the reverse. Taking a deep breath Derek removed his boxers and wrapped the towel around his waist, covering himself up before padding into now steamy shower room. Honestly it was Derek's first visit, he'd always managed to keep himself somewhat sweat free, and really never needed to shower. When walking into the room Derek mouthed a "thank gods" as he noticed that there were little walls set up about chest height for each shower stall, noticing Jarred had taken the one at the furthest end of the long room. Padding down Jarred noted that the only one with soap left was the one beside him, so Derek, left with no other choice took it, tossing his towel aside only once hidden behind he wall, what little protection it gave anyway.   Turning the knobs to his desired temperature Derek minded his own business, letting the water run down through his sticky fur and cleanse him. It actually wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, Jarred wasn't even on his mind, he just showered like he normally would if he was at home, lathering himself up and washing it out with the extendable hose, purring slightly even. Shutting his eyes Derek rinsed the fur on his face and out of his headfur, completely oblivious to Jarred. Though something suddenly and abruptly caught his attention, the soft touch of hands on his shoulder combed through his fur, the hand snaking its way over his chest while another wrapped around from behind to cross over his belly. Opening his eyes Derek froze as he stared down at the brown hands that held him, a wet chest of fur pressing up against his back as nostrils sniffed at his headfur. "Wh-" "Shhhh... quiet" Jarred hushed Derek. Slowly Jarred's hands stroked through the tigers belly fur as it was pelted with water from the shower head, the equine holding somewhat tightly as he pushed himself closer up against Derek, his large thick sheath pressing against Derek's wet furry rump cheeks. The hand that rested on the tigers belly slowly slipped down, smoothing through the slight patch that was Derek's pubic fur, the large fingers caressing softly around the outer rim of his sheath opening before detouring to his hip.   "You've got the cutest little rump Derek" Jarred whispered into his ear. "I could watch you run all day." He added, lightly licking with his broad tongue around the rim of Derek's ear, making him shiver. Unsure of what to do Derek stood there, held in the equines arms, under the shower, feeling the delicate large hands caressing his body, slipping over every curve and contour. Mmmming Jarred slowly dragged his hand back and over Dereks rump, slowly rubbing it in his hand, feeling the firm tight muscles contract when catching the tiger off guard again. "W-what..a-are you doing Jarred" Derek stammered. "Relax Derek...just relax" Jarred whispered back to the unsure tiger. Jarred sure had things planned out, surely he bumped into Derek to make certain they'd be alone like this. Letting out a sharp gasp Derek's eyes shot wide, raising himself up onto his tippy toes as the sudden feeling of Jarred's broad finger slide its way up his ass crack and under his tail to press at the pink muscle that was his tailhole. Jarred didn't let up there, slowly he rubbed around that pink entrance with his wet finger, massaging the tigers tight ring, dimpling it slightly with more forceful attentions.   Derek couldn't help but let out a soft moan, being touched in ways he'd never experienced yet. Biting at his lower lip his pink fleshy cock tip slipped from its sheath rapidly, Derek unable to resist the urge to grab at his cock, only to find that Jarred's hand beat him to it, the thick hot palm holding his flesh as that finger massaged at his entrance. "I'm glad to see you like this Derek...I was afraid you wouldn't" Jarred continued to whisper into the tiger's ear, that finger of his pressing more firmly against Derek's tight ring. "J-j-Jarred... You.. What if someone.." Derek said, trying to make whole sentences but failing. "Don't worry...everyone's gone, and the custodian wont be around for a while"Jarred replied, lightly licking again at Derek's ear. "So relax" Derek soon found it rather hard to relax as Jarred pushed that finger slowly into his tailhole, the tight ring of muscle giving to the pushing digit, enveloping it into the deep warmth of Derek's silken insides. The tiger whimpering, his cock raised fully into Jarred's hand very suddenly, a small tail of precum oozing from its barbed tip. Squinting his eyes and gasping Derek gave to the strange and wondrous new feeling of having someone else's finger him, pushing deeper under his tail and moving around, wriggling along his inner walls while the hand slowly jerked him off.   With an entire digit up inside him and the hand jerking his shaft Derek moaned deeply with pleasure, only to have it suddenly taken away as it was all removed, the finger slipping from his passage and the hand letting go. Again with hands on his shoulders Jarred motioned for Derek to turn around. Doing so Derek came face to face with Jarred, his hard flesh jutting from his loins and pointing upwards as he stood before the equine. "Gods your sexy tiger" Jarred said aloud. Derek couldn't help himself; his eyes lingered downwards to what was the largest piece of cock he'd ever seen. Mouth hanging agape in awe Jarred's monster flesh hung down past his knees, the large head drooling precum onto the floor of the shower room, the whole thing thick with a huge pair of heavy balls hanging behind it, swaying slightly as he takes a step forward, a hand holding the base of his shaft. Derek knew what he wanted to do, and he wanted to do it right now. Lowing himself down onto his knees in front of Jarred the tiger reached out with both of his paws and took the large hunk of flesh into them, holding it just behind the drooling head. A little surprised himself Jarred didn't protest, even taking a step forward and spreading his stance a little, his sac swaying back and forth slowly and heavily as he did so. Opening his muzzle widely Derek lifted Jarred's thick shaft to his mouth, lips sealing around the head and suckling on it, tasting the musky ebony flesh, feeling it pulsate inside his muzzle and drip the salty precum onto his tongue.   Jarred let out a moan of his own as Derek suckled on his cockhead, swirling his tongue around the large phallus, flicking his rough tongue at the drooling slit, eagerly drinking the thin salty liquid. Heavily breathing through his nose Derek swallowed more equine flesh into his muzzle, taking inch after thick inch, bobbing on it with lewd slurping sounds as the water from the shower pelted the back of his head. "God Derek.. where'd you learn to suck dick?" Jarred gasped, his hands holding onto Derek's shoulders for support, his hips pushing back against the tigers sucking muzzle, as he grew fully erect at a massive twenty-four inches long. Derek had no reply, only bobbing his muzzle up and down on Jarred's big black cock, the blunt head bumping the back of his throat as his tongue cradled the large flesh, slurping and swirling around the tip and rim with every draw back before stuffing his face full with horse shaft again. With tightly sealed lips, Derek milked Jarred's shaft for its sweet nectar, letting the torrents of precum coat his tongue, slowly letting it slide down his throat, only a small trickle drooling from around his lips, stringing off of his chin.   "S-stop.. Derek stop" Jarred exclaimed and drew back his cock from the wonderful muzzle, the huge black pole standing tall, taller than Derek could ever imagine. "Turn around.. put your hands on the wall and spread your legs for me" Jarred explained while pointing. Nervous Derek did as he was asked of, placing his paws on the wall, spread out, as were his legs. "Jarred, I dunno about this" Derek said with a crack in his voice, but the equine had already moved himself up against the tiger, his hand grabbing onto the base of the stripy tail and lifting it upwards, exposing the tight little pucker that was Derek's tailhole, the pink bud flexing some. "Just relax and you'll be alright.." Jarred assured. "Trust me" And at that instant Derek felt the thick head of equine cock pressed up against his tailhole, the head grinding itself at the ring of muscle, smearing it with thick amounts of translucent liquid. Bringing an arm around Derek's waist and resting the other on his hip the horse slowly pushed himself forward, spreading open the tigers tight ring.   "Aaah.. FUCK!!!" Derek hissed and gritted his teeth, feeling his anus being pried open by something more than three or four times it's size. "Easy tiger, easy" Jarred again whispered and wedge his cockhead past the ring of muscle with a grunt and a splash of pre to slick Derek's walls. With his youthful impatience Jarred didn't pause to let Derek get used to his rear being split open, slowly sliding his shaft into the tight bowels of the tiger, forcing inch after inch into his rectum with loud grunts and grown. Tears of pain rolled down off of Derek's cheeks as more than a foot of cock flesh was inserted into his ass, and still more pushed inside untill he felt the strong thighs of Jarred brush up against his own. "Feel that?" Jarred asked, taking Derek's own paw and placing it on his belly, an obvious bulge in the shape of the equines cock had made its mark. "Oh gods" Derek said softly to himself, stroking the bulge in his lower belly. Just then Jarred slowly started to withdraw his cock, feeling the enflamed head tug against Derek's tailring, stretching it outwards before pushing it all back in, repeating it in long steady strokes, reaming the tiger's tailhole to fit his cock. Nickering, Jarred picked up his pace, pushing his shaft in and out faster and faster, smacking his pelvis against Derek's wet cheeks as he pumped the tigers ass full of horse shaft.   Derek clawed deeply at the walls, the searing pain that rocked him before had fadded over to one of incredible pleasures, his body rocked with waves to stimulus. Derek's own paw quickly jerks at his shaft, the smooth pads of his fingers brushing over his barbs, the tiger on the edge of a climax. Jarred's own breathing turns to rough panting, the squishing sounds of his shaft pushing into the Derek's bowels, bumping against the tiger prostate, a small trail leaking out around the horses cock. "Oh fuck.. Jarred yessss.. gods!!!!" Derek whimpered out, panting hard and pawing himself off harder and faster, squeezing his shaft tightly as his ball tighten up close to his body. Jarred's own body starts to quiver, his tail swishing back and forth as his balls loudly slap against Derek's ass. "F-fu-fuck!!! Mrrrowwwll!!!!!" Derek roared, leaning his head back and gritting his teeth as he shot his tiger spunk against the wall of the shower, blast after blast splattering against the wall and oozing slowly down it. With Derek's climax his tailring clamped tightly around Jarred's pounding cock, making the equine rear back and thrust his hips hard, slamming up to the hilt with a loud nicker. Waves of his cum rushed into Derek's bowels, coating his smooth insides with hot sticky ropes that flooded back and washed over the tiger's cheeks and down his thighs. Shuddering both furs cried out with their orgasms, Jarred slowly pulling his shaft free from Derek with a lewd slurp and a river of cum as the tiger's ass remained stretched.   "Good God" Jarred said and took a step back, his cock flesh once again hanging limply between his thighs, meanwhile Derek collapsed onto the shower floor, exhausted from the fucking he'd just received. Patting the tiger on his head Jarred walked over to his stall and rinsed his shaft off under the hot water before grabbing his towel and padding out of the shower to dry off. Around that time Derek manage to pull himself to his feet and rinse himself clean of any spooge on his fur. "What the?" Derek said to himself, noticing something out of the corner of Jarred's shower stall. Slowly and awkwardly Derek padded around to the stall, and laying on the floor were several bars of soap, all pilled up. Smirking Derek padded out of the shower after turning off the water and grabbed his towel, purring contently as he watched Jarred dry himself, and that long hunk of flesh hanging limply between his thighs. After drying and getting dressed Jarred leaned over and gave Derek a kiss. Taken aback at first the tiger soon fell into the soft gentle kiss and kissed back at those soft lips till Jarred broke it off. Smiling and without words they walked side by side to the exit, Jarred opening the door and letting Derek out first. "See you tomorrow Derek"   The End? * * * Source: https://sofurry.com/s/1pxkQQl1