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Ok, so I admit it. They say that's the first step, admitting you have a problem. I have a problem. I am an addict; though I don't know if there is a twelve step program or a help group for my particular craving. And it is a craving; a deep seated, aching craving now. I admit that too; I am such a mature adult about this.

It started about ten days ago, or at least, this current crisis did. Lonely, horny and itching for some fun on a warm January night, which strangely was how all my worst fuckups began when I was younger too. Roy was one of those, an ill-advised playful fuck that turned into a relationship that turned into a partnership that somehow lasted for eighteen years until my needs and his diverged so sharply we could no longer pretend it was working. I hope his Master treats him well; another sign of my maturity, because when he first told me it was over and he was moving in with his Master to be a good little slave cat I told him I hoped the big wolf would permanently break his ass with that big knot of his. Now I only want the best for the lucky cat.

In my defence, coming home to find your tiger lover and partner getting assfucked and tied by a leather clad biker wolf on your bed is not something you can prepare for. What is the protocol I wonder? Invite everyone for tea to workshop your emotions? I guess the wolf did offer to let me watch, so he wasn't a complete ass.

I hadn't had sex since that night, about three months prior. For this bear, that is a long, long time. My balls are pretty active, you see, and my cock. I drain them at least twice a day, or I feel pretty antsy. It's better than when I was in school, when four times a day barely kept me from humping the furniture. So, I'm highly sexed; shoot me. As a bear, I had to take what I could get in the way of guy action back then, the hot as hell types into football and swimming always seemed to get the girls, and even the horny but curious guys. I got to give furtive blowjobs, mostly, and the occasional wild fuck was a welcome bonus. My athletic pursuits were limited to shotput and discus, where I was ok but not great, but a least my low centre of gravity worked in my favour. It was enough to put me out of the nerd set at least, though not enough to be popular.

Then I got it on with Roy, that sexy lion athlete in a jockstrap who I thought was straight and popular and had the world at his paws. Who was I to know he had a thing for bear guys and a needy ass? Then one night on an athletics camp and suddenly he jumps my bear bod and I'm buried to the sheath in the hottest tightest tunnel I ever could imagine with my paws gripping a pair of striped tiger buns and we fucked until he sprayed the bed with so much teenage spunk we had to share his bed for the rest of the night.

I became a total top, which I didn't mind so much, because Roy only wanted to bottom, and we had a lot of fun, though the emotional and intellectual side was always lacking. We were basically friends who had awesome sex; Roy was a pretty basic guy, and as dumb as a block of granite. To my shame, I found what I was looking for in other places, often bars and clubs, where I could find likeminded furs for a roll in the hay and an actual conversation. When I did that, I knew what I craved though, and it was always the same.

Horses. My secret need, ever since I was in school. There is something about them, the body, the cocky sense of authority. Physical perfection and they know it; and of course, the chance to worship a long thick stallion cock, with a flat broad flare and bulging medial and a pair of lemon sized testicles. My subby bottom side needed it like oxygen, and I got bolder and needier as the relationship went on. In school I was too deferential to those equine studs in my class to get up the courage to proposition one, but as a mature bear about town, I made up for it plenty of times over.

I knew I shouldn't be pissed off at Roy, not really, but somehow it really hurt, mostly because he gave himself emotionally as well as physically to his Master, something we never managed. I do hope they are going well though, in spite of it all. I know I am no saint, and I know I still care about him. I must admit my curiosity and not a little jealousy too, now that I'm being all mature and honest and shit. After all, part of me wanted a Master like that biker wolf. It was a secret fantasy for as long as I could remember.

Released from the shackles of that relationship, I found myself itching for more and in an experimental mood. After the obligatory mourning period, where I would paw off crying and throw his picture across the bedroom, I took stock and realised I had several things going for me. I was still in decent shape for a 36 year old bear, with a nice smattering of salt and pepper in my fur and a chin tuft that got the right guys all desperate to nibble it while they pounded my ass. I had a cock well adapted to spurting out a thick load under the force of said pounding. And I had the apartment still and enough money from the breakup to be comfortable enough for now with my job on top. It was time to get back on the horse, so to speak.

So I found myself in the Imperial, one of my favourite pick-up joints. A modest pub in a modest street, there was nothing modest about the clientele in one of the more notorious gay pubs in the city. My strike rate had been pretty good there when I went searching during the last years with Roy, and I knew the territory. Home ground advantage so to speak; it does wonders for my confidence.

I made sure I took my time to get it right, taking a long shower to clean and tend to my fur, plenty of layered scents with just the right hint of musk, subtle jewellery, casual but good clothes. I would look a million dollars and exude just the right hint of available but disinterested. You had to work for me, but I'm worth it was the message. Hopefully, the language would be heard by the right kind of guys.

When I got there on that January evening, it was moderately full, with the usual dull buzz of conversation, the occasional 'clunk' from the pool table, and a big screen TV showing cricket. There were little bunches of guys, couples, threesomes and more in various parts, some holding up the bar, some on the eclectic collection of antique chairs and couches that the owners used for seating, some at tables wolfing down a parma and chips. In other words, nothing much different to a normal pub, except it was basically all guys.

I checked out the potential at the bar. The barman gave me a friendly wave and a wink, and a slight shake of the head. I knew the signal, we had been talking for a few years now. The big bison was a great shoulder to cry on, and I had used it liberally immediately after the breakup. We had never fucked, Tony was in a committed relationship and very happily monogamous. He always knew which guys were hot to trot though, and when he saw me, he would point me in the right direction. A shake of the head meant no good targets at the bar; I sighed and ordered a pint of Kilkenny and resolved to be patient tonight. The night was but young.

Roy hated smoking; he was like a religious nut about it. I used to smoke like a chimney at school, making sure I had enough mouthwash handy to cover the evidence when I went back in to class. When I ended up with Roy though, that was the end of it. No booty if I smoked, and the bastard could tell. My furtive puffs over the years like my furtive night-time dalliances would bring a chorus of passive-aggressive angst and not much else, but the guilt was enough for me to only indulge occasionally, often immediately after a long hard fuck with my ass spread wide around the flared rim of a stallion cock. I could get two confessions out of the way for the price of one.

Now as I stood at the bar, I had my pack of cigs with me, and even though it was all over with Roy, I felt a little guilty reaching for them. The Government would probably like my guilt, though I doubted they would appreciate the fact that the guilt came not from their incessant health campaigning and more from years of accumulated shame from cheating on my hot tiger boy with an ass like a vice.

One victory the wowsers had achieved long ago though was a complete ban on smoking indoors in public places, so I wasn't surprised when the bison jerked a thumb in the direction of the outdoor beer garden. I smiled apologetically and took my Kilkenny and my death sticks for a walk. The beer garden was kind of nice anyway, with a large flowering Bougainvillea in the middle and plenty of sun during the day. On a balmy summer evening, the scent of Bougainvillea and beer would make a nice counterpoint to the smoke, the over the top aftershave and the whiff of desperation coming from the guys who were hanging out to score some cock and or ass and didn't seem to be going so well.

When I got there, I found a few guys enjoying the evening, including one couple, a pair of bulls, who were enjoying each other pretty hard. The bigger one had taken a seat, and the smaller bull had a seat in his lap and was grinding his ass into his mate's crotch. I watched this display for a little while, my cock beginning to poke from it's hiding place and demand some of that, when I noticed perfection; a young looking equine over in one corner. He was watching the bulls too, and he had a huge bulge in his pants, and a big stupid grin on his muzzle.

I sauntered over to him casually, raising my glass in salute and pointing to the seat next to his. His smile got broader, and he motioned to me to join him.

"Like a beer mate?"

"Ahhh yeah, if you don't mind, thanks...err, Carlton would be great."

His teeth were brilliant white when he smiled, his face eminently kissable with a cute white blaze down his nose and a pink muzzle with a hint of chin whiskers, deep grey eyes and rosebud lips. His ears were standing tall and twitching, with a discrete gold ring in his left ear, and his mane was freshly braided with small white seashells in a tie towards the bottom and a matching necklace around his decidedly tasty neck, a perfect contrast of white against chestnut. His mane flopped casually over his right shoulder and onto his chest, black and shiny. He had soft feathering at his forearms, and presumably his legs too though I couldn't see them under jeans and hoofboots. He looked like a perfect early twenties stud who took good care of himself. Nirvana.

When I came back with the beer, I found him casually puffing on a smoke, with an ashtray placed in front of him. He gave an apologetic shrug.

"Sorry, hope you don't mind."

I smiled and took out my own pack and proceeded to take a long satisfying drag on an extra high tar content cigarette just for the sheer fuck you quality. I could feel my cells metastasising as I puffed.

"I'm an addict...and I don't care" I smiled at the young equine, letting that verbal sally take us where it might. I was rewarded with a cute as fuck little nicker and a beaming smile.

"Too right mate. Me too."

"Cigs?"

"Yeah, and other things..."

He managed to look simultaneously knowing and bashful, hiding behind his black curly forelock even as his eyes twinkled at me. I took the opportunity to sniff a little, and picked up "Old Spice" and something else...horse stud musk.

"Oh? Let me guess...Old Spice."

He laughed and looked even more bashful.

"Yeah, the ads kind of got me."

"Me too...'I'm on a horse...no wait, I AM a horse!"

His mane bobbled against his chest when he laughed, and I kind of stared at it mesmerised, before returning to those grey eyes. They were boring into me, almost predatory.

"Um...anything else you are addicted to from your father's shaving kit?"

"Well, not so much his shaving kit...as his friends..."

Then the cocky bastard winked while I gulped down a muzzlefull of beer.

It took me two more beers and some desultory conversation about his holidays and going back to class soon to get up the courage, even when he extended a leg and started rubbing my thigh, culminating in me spilling my beer when a hoof found my leaking erection. He gave a satisfied wink, stood, and headed for the door to the toilets, before looking over his shoulder at me.

It wasn't so much a come hither look as a get your fucking ass in here pronto look. My cock got the message and took the rest of me with it.

I was no stranger to toilet stall sex. It had been a long time since I had had a partner as cocky and young as this one though, and he was kind of intimidating. Some sort of shire breed, he was comfortably taller than me and even as broad in the shoulders as me; I had him for belly girth of course. For whatever reason though, I was on the menu that night and there was no way I was complaining. The fact he seemed to know what he was doing just made me even hornier.

We found a vacant stall furthest from the doorway. He pushed me in and closed the door, still smiling. I took a seat on the porcelain throne and stared up at that sexy pony muzzle and those wicked bedroom eyes. He eyed me up and finally spoke.

"Do you want me?"

Well, that was the question, wasn't it.

"Um...does a bear shit in the woods?"

I promise I honestly got the joke only a split second after I said it. He almost doubled up in laughter and I just grunted out an apology as he ruffled my headfur. It did break the ice though, and give me enough courage to ask the question I really should have asked.

"Do you want me?"

He knew not to make a joke. I think I went a bit gooey inside at that.

"Yes. I like older guys...especially bears. You're hot, and you're sweet...and you like me, so..."

Yeah, so...I reached for his jeans, undoing his belt and popping the top button before slowly sliding the zipper down. I couldn't stop my paws shaking a little as they gripped the waistband around his hips and edged the denim down over his briefs to his knees. A pair of Calvin's, grey and bulging with the beginnings of an erection visible against the taut fabric. I couldn't wait, and pulled them over his swollen flare to reveal pony perfection, a plump dark sheath over a pair of huge swollen balls and a length of pink mottled pony cock already swelling from anticipation.

He didn't have to anticipate for long, as I gripped his length and cupped his balls and rolled them in my paw as I stroked him, getting the cutest little sighs and nickers from the stud. He had a piercing in his scrotum, down near the base of his sheath, a golden ring and I rolled it too making him hiss before I look his sizable flare into my muzzle and slobbered all over it, using my lips and tongue to pleasure my young stud. He was whinnying now, and stamping his hooves when I touched him just right, and I got bolder, sliding my lips down his shaft all the way to the medial. It took some doing, as he was lengthening all the time as his excitement added further magnificent inches to his horsehood. The flare hit a wall in my throat, leaking and twitching like a baby bird. His balls danced so sweetly, I watched them bobble in my paw, two perfect hot mounds of pony sex.

I looked up wanting a picture of his face for my memories. He had his eyes closed, muzzle open in a silent 'ohhhhhh' with his little pink tongue just poking out. He had pulled his polo top up revealing a perfectly defined equine chest and belly, and he was squeezing his own left nipple hard, twisting the erectile flesh like he wanted it to hurt. I could see his tail swishing, and his ears pointing forward. The taste of pony precum grew, and I felt a spurt hit my throat filling me with the taste and scent of stud on the edge.

When he pulled backwards suddenly, I wasn't ready for the loss of that perfect horsehood, my lips closing on air as I let out a frustrated growl. It was so close, I could almost feel the torrent of cum dripping from my muzzle. His flare sort of pulsed, the urethra protruding like a blunt periscope and leaking on the brink. I gripped his shaft and looked up, questioning.

The stud had his eyes open now, though they were half lidded in pleasure and a little glazed over. They were still grey though, and still sparkled, and his smile was a demonic horse grin of lust.

"Patience..."

I whimpered again, as he reached for his pockets, and whimpered louder when I saw what he had in his hand.

"Put it on me." His voice was full of urgency. It was the sexiest four words I had ever heard.

My shaking paws were barely up to the task, but I managed to unwrap the Trojan Stallion Maxi and get it over the end of his cock. It wasn't easy, the flare was the size of a fist, but it went eventually and I loved the feel of rolling the condom down his silken shaft, with the pony responding to my touch with nickers and tail swishes and spurt after spurt of clear pre into the tip of the condom. His balls looked so full, he mustn't have cum for a long time. I wanted to see them unload, but more than that I wanted to feel.

The little sachet of lube didn't seem close to big enough, but I dribbled the contents onto his condom-clad length and coated it as well as I could. The mammoth thing glinted in the harsh fluorescent lights like some savage beast, and I could still see the flare flexing and the urethra pushing forward even through the latex. The tip was half full already just from pre.

When I had it as well lathered in the slick stuff as I could, I looked up at my young stud while I wiped my paws with the toilet roll. He was drooling a little, and his eyes were even more glazed over.

"Face the wall papa bear."

"Oh fuck yes..."

I heaved my bod off the throne, and tried to find a comfortable position. My paws gripped the rough brickwork of the stall, and I propped one knee on the seat and poked my ass backwards as well as I could. He was a tall equine, and this was going to be a tough fit in many ways. I fumbled with my pants, managing to pull them down enough to uncover my ass and leave my stubby tail swishing in mid-air like a nervous virgin.

He gripped my hips, and I bit my tongue waiting for contact with that thick horsemeat, but instead his hands moved up, pulling my brand new polo up my back, until he pulled the hem over my head and around my neck. My exposed back felt vulnerable, and my hairs stood upright in anticipation, then I felt a flood of warm breath on my backfur that made me cry out even through clenched teeth. The torrent of heat proceeded down, with a pony muzzle just inches from my spine, all the way to the base of my tail and then it curled under to kiss my tailhole and I shot a glob of precum onto the toilet cistern from a bearcock already throbbing and angry red.

"Do you like that?"

"Ohhh fuck yes you tease..."

A loud crack, and I yelped in pain as a big hand suddenly spanked my ass.

"Call me Master..."

"The fuck?!"

Another crack, and I groaned and shot an even bigger spurt of pre. This was going to some very kinky places...and given my fascination with Roy's big dom wolf and my own secret kinky fantasies, ones I desperately wanted to explore. I just never expected it with a twentysomething random equine pickup at the Imperial; but I was not one to look a gift horse in the muzzle.

"Beg for it..."

"Please, I want more of your pony muzzle."

*crack*

"Owww! Ok, Please, I want more of your pony muzzle Master!"

"Better."

There was a laugh in his whinny of approval, and I felt the hot breath again. His hooves shuffled, and I sensed rather than saw him kneel behind me. The hot breeze curled around my scrotum, my balls jumping at the feel as I growled out a desperate cry for more. This young bastard was willing to take his time though, unlike most guys I remember from University.

Then I felt the heat on my tailhole, a long slow exhalation of pure sex, followed by the heat of a tongue lapping my ring. I gripped the wall tight and gritted my muzzle and tried very hard not to scream. Roy didn't like rimming, but I loved it almost more than breathing. Now I had a pony muzzle on my pucker and I saw stars.

He licked all the way from the back of my scrotum to my tail while I let out embarrassing huffing cries, then pressed his tongue on my hole and wormed inside and I pushed back shamelessly until I felt his thick organ stretching my hole and kissing the needy confines of my anus. He began to saw it in and out, each new thrust making my cock stand upright and leak, and I bit my lip and begged silently for the finish.

The heat suddenly left me, and I felt a cold breeze on my sensitised taint. Not for long though, because soon I felt a hot blunt mass against my perineum rubbing up and down, pressing against my wide open asslips before sliding past to tease a bit more until I gave up being discrete and growled out curses at the young bastard to fuck me and fuck me now or I would put him over my knee and spank those cocky ass cheeks and fuck his ass instead.

He may have believed me, but I doubt it, thanks to the mocking whinny and another slap on my behind, then I felt the burn of my asslips spreading reluctantly to take a thick pony flare and he covered my muzzle with his hand to stifle my cries as he slid inside and kept on going, kissing my nut half way inside and stopping, just rocking back and forth over my prostate while I shook and leaked and begged.

His muzzle touched my neck, just rubbing his lips over the nape before nibbling at my ear.

"Am I your Master?"

"Yes! Yes! Please Master!"

He grunted and thrust and suddenly I was full, one long thick pony cock buried to the sheath in my tunnel with a big pair of balls pressed into my taint. I cried out, my cock on fire, and reached down to try and jack myself to the edge.

I was stopped by a snarling nicker in my ear and a hard bite that almost drew blood.

"No touching."

I went back to gripping the wall, whimpering like a good bitch.

The invading mass of horsecock pulled back and I groaned at the empty feeling, but I wasn't empty for long. He slammed back in one thrust and I felt him leaning on my back, silken coat on coarser bear fur, and the heat of his breath on my ears and the even hotter sounds of his pleasure. He was panting, letting out short grunts, "ohh...ohhh.ohhhhh" as he pulled out and thrust again and started fucking me with deep dicking strokes that made my ass spasm and clench and then I heard a strangled cry from his muzzle and he gave a shallow thrust and pushed in harder holding me tight and I felt heat burst forth deep in my ass and I shouted out in frustration and held on while the young stud emptied into the condom and I teetered not yet on the brink.

I was panting now, so very very frustrated, and he licked my ear and nuzzled into my neck.

"S...sorry...I'm...sorry...I..."

I growled my best deep bear growl. Now was the time for tough love.

"Stop apologising or I will put you over my knee. If you're going to play the Master, be the Master. Or are you a little mare playing at being a stallion?"

I heard a nicker of anger and then felt a heavy pony hand slap my butt. Better, I thought.

"What's that papa bear?"

"Show me whose boss stud."

"Oh your ass is going to regret that."

I grit my teeth and silently prayed he was right. He was still hard, and he gave a tentative wiggle of his hips, grinding that magnificent horsehood in my guts and making me whimper again. That got his confidence going, and he was soon ramming in like a stallion. I held onto the wall for dear life, tongue out and drooling, growling as loud as I could and begging for it harder, and he found my nut and hammered away loving the sound of my high pitched cries every time his flare slammed my prostate until I gave a final cry and unloaded my spunk all over the cistern and the wall, painting a signature of five long spurts and two smaller ones to mark the place where a young pony stud made me his bitch in the best way I had ever felt.

He didn't stop though, and the stud kept on thrusting, burying his length in my now slightly sore tunnel over and over as I felt a second cum brewing but never quite arriving. I bit my tongue, trying to clench my ass enough to bring him off before the burn grew too much for me to take, but pony had other ideas. He pulled out suddenly and I cried out as I felt my sore ring stretched by a flare on the way out, and then he gripped my shoulders and forced me around to sit on the toilet seat again facing his crotch.

"Take it off"

His breath was coming in gasps, and his voice quavered. I peeled off the full condom, dropping it into the toilet between my legs. A mass of pony cock quivered in front of my lips, tip leaking a constant stream of fluid.

One hand reached for the back of my head, and he guided me slowly but unwaveringly to his meat. I opened wide, taking him and fighting back my gag reflex as he kept on until I had him to the medial and the ridge of skin spread my lips and I felt his flare pulsing in the back of my throat.

I gripped his sheath and the base of his cock, jacking slowly, and bobbed up and down on his length, all the way to the flare and down, once, twice, three times. He whinnied and neighed and stomped his hoof then he cried out again.

"Oh papa bear...oh papa bear...ohhhhh yes."

I felt it in his urethra, the pulse of warm pony spoo, then I tasted it, a thick torrent filling my muzzle and my belly. He kept a gentle pressure on my head, holding me down his length as I took his load, the thick fuckmuscle jerking in my muzzle as he emptied into me and I gulped down every last delicious drop of his cum. Then I cupped his now empty but still sensitive balls as I licked his softening horsehood to get every last drop. Too much pony cum from a young stud like this was barely enough.

He fell back against the toilet door, chest heaving as he fought for breath, muzzle open in a wide "ohhh" of pleasured shock, holding his drooping cock as a final spurt of thick gel emerged from the tip.

"Now you can jack yourself papa bear...I want to watch."

Fuck this stud was just kinky enough for me. I ached to obey, wrapping my fist around my length and fapping like a teenager again. His eyes never left my cock, wide open and sparkling, only glazing over as I finally came sending a fountain of bear cum to eye level before it splattered down all over my lap, my pants and the concrete floor. Now it was my turn to just lie back spent watching the stud watch me.

"Fucking awesome papa bear."

"Hell yeah...Master."

His wide grin almost made me cum again.

I couldn't stay after that, not with obvious cumstains all over my pants and stinking of pony sex, not to mention the round of applause we got from the assembled clientele waiting near the urinal to see who was making all the loud fuck noises. Ponyguy was even more embarrassed, hiding behind his forelock as he bolted for the laneway beside the pub. I managed to make him wait long enough to exchange numbers and names.

Caleb. Hot, studmuffin Caleb. Now there was a stallion. I whistled all the way home, sampling the taste of ripe pony seed fresh from my chinos every time I stopped for lights. He was delicious. I had to have some more, and soon. When I got home, I closed my eyes and just heard him telling me to call him Master inside my head and I jacked out a mammoth load all over my chest before I fell asleep still sticky with cum.

The post fuck buzz and the anticipation of a follow up session kept me on a high for the next few days, right through the weekend and into Monday morning. I forgot to be anxious, though I had been silently dreading this day. I had been a teacher for long enough, but this school was my dream come true, with a strong academic tradition and results to match. I was in the A leagues now, and finally in charge of some Year12 classes with potential instead of babysitting a bunch of surly Year 10's and trying to stop them setting fire to the classroom or their own hair.

I had to thank Roy for giving me the push to apply for the role, though I had cursed it a few times when I contemplated the extra pressure and work of taking so many senior classes. Year 11 and 12 maths and chemistry; hard core all the way.

As I dropped my briefcase off in my office for the first day of classes and headed for the common room for a coffee and gossip, I felt on top of the world. A large dose of ponycock had given me back my mojo, and I knew I could take anything that came my way.

That was until 5th period, Year 12 Maths.

I walked into the classroom, leaving my steaming mug of specially brewed Arabica coffee on the front table while I wrote my name on the whiteboard. I liked the little things, the small details, and I made sure I had a supply of my favourite at school to brew up a cup at Lunchtime to get me through the afternoon. My 4th new class of the day, faces to learn, names to memorise, young minds to excite with the possibilities of learning. As the bell went, I looked up at the group that would be mine to mold and guide for the next year, a sea of faces and muzzles, eager, bored, confused, shocked and appalled...

I had to do a double take then, blinking rapidly to try and clear my vision. I thought I must be having some sort of sex flashback, but as I stared I realised that the clothes were very different now. Gone was the gold earring, the white seashell necklace and mane tie, the polo top and the jeans, replaced with the standard uniform of grey jumper and navy blue shorts, white shirt and navy and white striped necktie. The face was unmistakable though, and the eyes, those sexy grey twinkling equine stars, and they were wide open and staring back at me. His muzzle was open in shock; I realised mine was too.

Then he began to giggle. Then laugh, his nickering chuckle building as he fought for control and failed. The serious looking lioness next to him seemed utterly shocked at his performance, smacking him in the ribs but it had no effect.

"Caleb, is there something amusing you?"

He didn't answer, but the lioness did.

"Ahh...Sir...aren't you new to the school? How do you know his name?"

I stuttered a little, realising I had fallen into my first trap and I needed to backpedal fast. Luckily I was an expert at the art of classroom war after 14 years; you learned or you went under.

"I was warned; your reputation precedes you Caleb, the Head told me to look out for an equine troublemaker. You have a reputation."

The class liked that, giving my pony stud a bronx cheer. He was pouting now, and I could see his eyes lose the twinkle and scrunch up at the sides.

"Hey, that's not fair. Take it back papa bear."

Silence descended.

"Congratulations Caleb, you just got my first detention at this school. We will have plenty of time this Friday after class to discuss appropriate behaviour. Same goes for anyone else who wants to try me."

He settled into angry silence then, and I managed to take the roll and conduct the class even though my paws wouldn't stop shaking. The coffee went untouched, my stomach would have rebelled violently if I tried to drink it.

Final period went past in a blur, but I noticed my phone buzzing a few times. When I checked it, my fears were realised; Caleb. Oh fuck, he had my number too, on his phone...

When the final bell went, I knew I needed to regroup. In the week before classes started, I had cased the school pretty well, learning the layout and the best way from point to point. I also learned the best place to sneak a quick smoke. The Head was an anti smoking Nazi, and insisted no staff smoked on the premises. I knew I would fail that test, and with the turmoil inside me right now, I knew I needed a puff before I could contemplate the drive home. Luckily I had found a perfect bolthole, a set of toilets past the gym attached to the woodworking classroom. Nobody would be around at this time, and I could regain my equilibrium.

I headed for the end stall and closed the door, pulling out a cigarette with shaking paws. I couldn't get the lighter to work, my fingers were shaking so much, and it took several goes before I could light up the fag and take a deep satisfying drag. It helped though, and I let out a sigh and leaned against the wall.

My phone rang, and I hit ignore. Then it rang again, and I hit ignore again. Then I almost jumped high enough to hit the ceiling as a voice came across the partition from the next stall.

"I know you're there papa bear."

"The fuck?!"

The door next to mine creaked open, and I heard a knock on mine. I turned the lock and opened it to find a grinning equine, clad in his sports gear, with a cigarette in his muzzle.

"What the fuck are you doing here Caleb?"

"Same as you Sir...same as you."

"Get the fuck in here!"

I hustled him into the stall and closed the door and locked it before taking up the only seat in the house. It reminded me uncomfortably of another night not long ago, and my cock knew it too, swelling to full erection in spite of everything.

"What the hell Caleb. I thought you were twentysomething!"

He managed to look a little apologetic.

"I can dress up and look older than I am. And I used my older brother's ID for the pub, we look pretty similar his license photo can pass for me."

"How old are you!?"

"Seventeen papa bear..."

I groaned long and loud and dropped my head into my hands. Visions of prison orange flashed across my eyes. I don't even look good in orange, it totally clashes with my fur.

He lifted my chin to look into his eyes.

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yes, but that's not the point!"

"Aww, but papa bear, I know you had fun. So did I...I've been with a couple of dad's friends, including a bear, but you were special..."

"Holy shit! What kind of crazy pony are you?"

"One that's not afraid of sex...or you,Sir. You told me if I'm going to play the Master, be the Master."

"Yes..."

"Well, I've just finished final period phys ed with Mr Ghormley. Nice long cross country run, and I haven't showered yet..."

I watched dumbfounded as he slowly dropped his running shorts, the white cotton concealing a swollen jockstrap pouch damp with sweat. I could see the outline of his balls against the fabric, which had become almost see through with moisture. They moved, dancing erotically, as his sheath thickened.

"Taste it..."

"No..."

"Taste it. You know you want it...and you know you need it...or do I have to tell the Head about our little encounter in the pub..."

"Ahhhhh!"

I could smell him, right enough. The deep funky scent of teenage pony sheath, sweat, musk, cum. The scent was like a river flowing into my nose and down my throat and into my cock, taking over my brain. I bent forward, sniffing at his ripe jock pouch, and opened my muzzle for a tentative lick.

"Ohhhh yeah. Nice papa bear...more..."

I lapped at his balls through the thin fabric, wanting the real thing but even loving the hint of his taste I got from the jock pouch. He ran fingertips through my headfur and I growled like a total slut bear and took one jock-clad ball into my muzzle and suckled until the poor undergarment was dripping in saliva. His cock had dropped and swollen, the flare poking above his waist band. I looked up pleadingly.

"You know what you need to do..."

"P...please...Master..."

Fuck I was in so much shit.

He grinned a terrifying grin, the grin of a young stud dom learning the real power of his sex. I was teaching something all right, and he was an avid student. I didn't think this would be getting me any awards though, except maybe 15 to life. Even the fear couldn't stop me.

"Good slut. Take it out..."

I gripped the elastic and pulled, until his cock popped free and I managed to get his jock down to his knees. There it was again, that perfect pony groin, balls and sheath and long mottled pink cock. I licked my lips, hesitating.

"Go on..."

It was so close, and it looked and smelled so good. I licked the tip, sampling the clear precum glistening on his flare, sounding his swollen urethra with my tongue tip. He ran his fingers through my headfur again, and I opened wide to take him inside again, lips sliding down a long silken shaft that reacted so beautifully to my touch.

*click*

The sound startled me and I looked up to see his phone pointed at me. A nice shot; bear with pony cock. I was even more screwed than I knew.

"Just in case you have any strange ideas about who is in charge papa bear..."

I flattened my ears and took him to the sheath, my muzzle filled with that massive cock. My tongue poked out to savour his sheathlips and the thick musky taste of his earthy depths while he rocked slowly back and forward inside me with his hand tickling my eartips until I felt him getting close and he became rougher. His hand pulled me into his groin now and I gasped as I felt curly pubes against my nose and sniffed his scent which made me groan in need until I felt the length of his horsehood give a shudder.

I was ready to drink a thick load of pony seed but he pulled put again, like he had in the pub. This time I wasn't getting it up the ass though; instead I was getting ass. He turned and poked his dimpled butt at my muzzle and lifted his tail high.

"Lick..."

He ignored my pleading, and instead just pressed his ass against my muzzle. I got a lungfull of pony tailhole then and my cock unloaded in my pants, jerking and spewing out a heavy cum that spread a warm patch over my junk. I set to my task with a will, lapping at his fat donut as I heard the sounds of self-pleasuring from in front. Caleb was jacking off while I rimmed him, and I felt the tension building in his ring and in his muscled butt as it clenched around my muzzle.

Then his ponyhole clenched and he whinnied and his tail slapped my head, hard, and I smelt a smell to match pony tailhole, the rich sharp scent of pony seed as he splattered the toilet door with his load. His balls clenched and rose against my chin, tickling my chin tuft, rising and falling as he painted the light blue plasterboard a nice shade of pony seed. Then he stood and took off his shorts and jock, throwing the wet jockstrap at my head before pulling his shorts up over a still obviously swollen bulge.

"Wear that for me every day to school papa bear. Oh...and you better clean that up before you go..."

He gave me a smirk and a wink, before opening the door to head back towards the gym. Not before he took my smokes and lighter though; the last I heard as his hooves clopped on the concrete was the sound of him lighting one up and drawing a long satisfied breath.

I did what he told me, of course. The addiction had started. Every day I saw him and he would look at my groin and wink, and I would writhe uncomfortably as it really was too small for my spreading bulk and the straps dug into my ass and hips and the pouch felt way too tight around my balls especially when he gave me those winks and I felt like I would cum just from his look.

Every night he would ring me at exactly 10 p.m. and describe what he wanted to do to me while I heard the slurping sound of his wet cock being stroked in the background and as he whinnied out his orgasm I would bite my lip and roar out my own, always into the pouch of the jockstrap as he ordered. By Friday it was crusty with multiple loads of bear cum and stank like hell.

I had him for 5th period on Friday, and I found it hard to sit still at my table while the class worked from the text. I tried hard not to look at him, but he caught me doing it and gave me that wink. Then he pointedly stared at my groin and licked his lips. I had to take a long swig of coffee to regain my senses.

Still, there was one thing I knew I had to do, regardless.

"Caleb, I trust you are ready to join me for your detention tonight? After 6th period, in my office."

That wiped the smirk from his muzzle.

"Ahhh...Sir...I thought..."

"You rarely think, Caleb. Be there on time, or else."

"Sir, it's not fair!"

"And again next Friday too Caleb."

I managed to turn back to the correction I was working on with a small smile on my muzzle. I could feel his resentment, and it made my ears burn but I loved it too. Whatever our relationship may be, in here, I was the boss. And the whole class needed to see it as much as he did.

Waiting in my office, I wondered what I would do if he didn't show. It was part relief and part panic then when I heard the knock on the door and saw a tall equine in the doorway. I beckoned him in, and he trotted in, with a slightly quizzical look on his muzzle. He closed the door though, and turned the lock with a portentous click. I tried to look calm.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing Sir?"

"Discipline Caleb."

"Discipline my ass."

"Don't tempt me. You defied me in front of the class. I know how to control a classroom, and how to lose control. Whatever you and I may do, out there, I'm in charge Caleb, and if I have to punish you to make that point, I'm going to punish you, and it's Sir or Mr Milton not papa bear."

"Punish me eh...is that what this is...Sir."

"Yes. And to teach you some respect. Sorely needed..."

He had the grin back, and I realised I was shaking. He nodded, and he suddenly looked like the seventeen year old he was, a little cheeky, a little uncertain.

"So that's the price, papa bear."

"Yes Caleb."

"Fair enough. Still, I don't think I can let it slide totally..."

"Ahhh..."

"We will see who ends up punishing who...Sir."

Ohhhh God I shot a thick wad a precum as he said that.

He stepped over to me, sliding his hand along my chin and playing with my tuft. A gentle pressure was enough to make me stand, and he pulled my muzzle to his for a long kiss, our first, one that was surprisingly sensual. First he rubbed my lips with his, then licked, then poked the tip of his tongue just barely inside my muzzle, then slid it inside all the way and I melted into his arms. I didn't notice that he had pulled me out in front of the desk until he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

"Bend over the desk bad bear..."

"Hang on a second..."

He just cocked his head and looked. I gulped, and nodded.

"Yes...Master..."

My elbows felt cold on the smooth wooden surface, and I gulped in air as I heard him moving behind me. His hands suddenly found my pants, and one reached around to undo my belt and zipper.

The soft slide of fabric over fur almost made me cum, as he lowered my suit pants to my ankles, making sure to rub unnecessarily over my legs all the way down. Then I heard him pull my belt from the loops.

"Good to see you wearing my jock papa bear..."

I was, and it was now almost dripping with a mix of bear seed, precum, and pony musk. It would probably disintegrate soon under the assault. My ass felt horribly vulnerable, only a couple of narrow straps of elastic to protect it, and my tail swished rapidly as I waited.

*Swish...crack!*

"Arghhhh!"

The bastard slapped my ass, hard, with my own belt. It hurt, a lot, but I was mortified to see, it also made my cock jerk and the tip poked over the elastic.

*swish...crack!*

"AGHHHHHH!"

"Bad bear..."

"Yes...Master..."

"Hmmm...time for you to earn forgiveness..."

I heard the sound of uniform shorts being unzipped and the sound of fabric sliding down skin to hit the ground. I could imagine what was exposed, though I couldn't see it. I whimpered, needy.

Then I felt a hot wet mass against my taint, his flare already slick with pre and spread wide.

"Ohhh fuck...please...use some lube..."

"Nope. That's all the lube you deserve papa bear...now try not to let the Head hear..."

He wrapped one hand round my muzzle and battered away until my anus gave up the fight and spread wide and took his flare. I howled into his hand the whole time, then groaned as he wiggled his ass and used his flare to tease me. Then I found I couldn't make any noise at all as he took my ass, hard, rough, thoroughly, bucking his hips to ram a bit more in, pulling back, waiting, then slamming forward again. I waited for the explosion but he had learned more control since that night in the pub. Either that or he had jacked off at school already today, and that image made my cock slap my belly and coat it in a thick line of pre.

His hands gripped my shoulders for leverage then and he fucked, powerful fast strokes over and over as I grunted and let out soft little moans and drooled over my desk blotter and he hammered my ass and ravished my prostate until I sprayed a load all over my Year 11 Chemistry correction and finally he let out a stifled whinny and I felt my ass bathed in pony cum. No condom, no lube, I was one well fucked, sore and cum filled bear.

Then he pulled out and it hurt, my poor ass still gaping wide as a little trickle of pony seed dripped down my crack.

"Now, stay there and don't move papa bear. I'm going for a smoke..."

And that is how I came to be here, bent over my own desk, dripping in my own cum, with my ass full of teenage horse seed, with time to think and ponder.

Yes, my name is Derek Milton, and I am an addict. A dedicated junkie for ponycock, ponymusk, and ponycum. From one of my own students no less. It's been...about thirty minutes since my last fucking....and I feel amazing. In fact, I wish the young fucking bastard would come back and give me another fix; and I know that is a bad thing.

While I'm waiting, hard and needy, with cum drying on my balls and taint and the air of my office so thick with the smell of sex you could cut it with a butter knife, I decide there is something I can do. I reach for the phone and dial.

"Hello...Quitline? Yeah...I need help...errr...to quit smoking."

Baby steps. Tackle one addiction, maybe I can tackle the harder one.

Besides, and the idea does at least make me smile. At least now Roy and I actually have something to talk about.