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The big bodied equine moved with awkward grace, as he did in everything, all muscle and bones and hair without order. On this occasion, in spite of his fatigue, he kept good form, his body rising and falling from the gravel of the parade ground in a steady even beat, his arms straining and chest burning with pain as he competed a set of blameless push-ups.

The other figure did not think them blameless though, and his body betrayed his disgust. The wide open eyes, so wide you could see the whites; the bared wolf fangs, visible through lips compressed in anger; and the ears pointing forward and quivering in time with the equine's futile attempts to keep the drill instructor off his back.

It failed literally as well as figuratively, as the wolf placed one booted hindpaw in the very middle of the equine's shoulder blades and added resistance to his unwanted burden. The horse gave a whinny of complaint as he strained through the next set, every muscle now crying out for relief.

"Problem soldier?"

The stallion gritted his teeth."Sir no sir!"

He had learned, at least a little. Not enough though; never enough.

At last the hundredth pushup was finished. The stallion knew better than to assume though; he looked at the grizzled face of his drill instructor and asked the question he couldn't ask but needed an answer to.

"On your hooves solder."

He pulled himself to his hooves with a groan, and managed a marginally acceptable attention. Sweat dripped from every part of his body, his mane streaming with moisture, pooling between his pectorals, dripping from his tail. He felt his body swaying a little, and he gritted his teeth and held on. The wolf would not break him.

"At ease."

He relaxed a little, visibly. The drill instructor grinned. Due to his nature and inclination, it was not a nice grin though, a happy grin, more the wide eyed rictus of an evil motherfucker contemplating the depths of his pleasure at making young lives a torment. And at the top of his list of favoured candidates stood one species alone.

Equines. Always equines. So cocky, so casual, so assured, so dumb. Like this one. So fucking dumb he could weep real tears of anguish for the dumbness in the world represented by this one specimen of stupid. And he didn't get it; that was the worst part.

Like now.

"Relaxed are we soldier?"

"Yes Sarge...um...Sir yes sir!"

The old wolf shook his head in disgust, every pore of his body leaking contempt.

"Think this is over soldier?"

The equine gave a start now, eyes wide, suddenly realising he might not be off the hook yet. He recovered, staring straight ahead, but the wolf saw the signs. Even though he had his hooves carefully spread just the right amount and his hands clasped firmly above his long tail, the stallion radiated hurt and insolence. It was in the stupid motherfuckers ears; they should be flat. He was never happy, really happy, until they were plastered so flat they looked painted on. These ones flicked sideways, telegraphing outrage.

"I asked you a question solder!"

He brought his brass-tipped swagger stick down on the left buttock obligingly tensed and presented for his attention. It gave a resounding slap as the tip bit, and an even more satisfying gasp from the naked stallion. He always started a serious punishment drill by stripping the cadet naked, it fulfilled the dual purpose of humiliation and allowing him unfettered access to flesh. Now he made good use of that access to bring his swagger stick down on the other proffered butt cheek and smiled at the fresh wail of pain from his charge.

"Sir...I thought...permission to speak Sir..."

"Granted."

"I thought we had finished Sir. The fatigue march and the run and the parade march and the pushups..."

The stallion ran out of breath under his drill instructor's wild stare. He had the sense to swallow, just once, and resume staring into space. He sweated even more now, and the wolf opened his nostrils wide and drank in the scent. Sweat; teenage stallion sweat, musk, fear. The combination always made him feel almost delirious.

"You do not think, recruit. You are without doubt, the worst, laziest, stupidest, most worthless recruit I have ever had the misfortune to deal with. You are a disgrace. Since you came here you have done nothing but fuck up and give me grief, but this last is the worst."

The wolf had the satisfaction of seeing every word hit home, the stallion almost visibly reeling. It was true, for once the veteran drill instructor didn't have to make it up, and the stallion knew it. He had flunked highschool, gotten fired from his job for being a cockup, failed at everything it seemed, except being a stud with the ladies and making his mates laugh at his antics. Well, the ladies weren't here now, nor were his mates, and the angry glare of one too many shotgun wielding parent of a good mare left with a foal filled his mind. This was his last chance, and he was fucking it up too.

"Sir..permission to speak, Sir..."

"Granted, but don't try me soldier."

"Sir...I know it was bad Sir..."

"Bad! I gave you a chance to redeem yourself, by taking sentry duty as punishment, and you fucking fall asleep! Do you know how fucked that is boy? Do you understand the words 'court-martial'?"

The equine was almost crying now. "Sir...please, I know...I will do better, Sir..."

"You will do better...you can't do worse, soldier."

The young stallion mustered up every ounce of sincerity and looked his drill instructor in the eye, though it might get him another punishment, he needed to connect. His wide open sincere brown eyes stared into icy blue black depths.

"I promise Sir..."

The wolf eyed his charge up, nodding slowly. Though he was comfortably a foot shorter and at least sixty pounds lighter he knew he had the ascendancy now, and if need be he could disable the colt and break any one of several bones without breaking sweat. The youngster was beginning to respond, he thought, and he did admit, the youngster was intriguing. That pert tail, those big muscled ass cheeks, his open honest face.

And of course the huge bulge at his groin, currently emitting all those delicious smells right into the wolf's nose, sweat, fresh cum, musk. Always musk.

"We will see. Report to my office...on the double soldier!"

He watched that pert ass jiggle from behind as the stallion ran towards the admin block, each cheek rising and falling in a perfect sine wave of stallion meat while the long silken tail swayed back and forward. The sight made him hungry, as it always did, though he had to be careful not to rush with this one. He had his suspicions, but he needed them confirmed.

The recruit stood before his desk, at perfect attention now, ears suitably flat. The wolf gave a slight sigh, mildly disappointed at how easy this one was. He hadn't enjoyed a really long hard breaking for a long time.

"At ease soldier."

He watched the hooves spread, the stallion taking up the correct pose. He could just catch a hint of scrotum now, the pendulous mass hanging low and free between the stallion's legs. It looked so inviting, but not yet...patience.

"Are you willing to let me take matters into my own paws and not inform the commandant? Some more non-judicial punishment?"

The stallion seemed almost pathetically grateful now. "Oh Sir...thank you sir..."

"Fine. Over the desk."

The stallion hesitated, one ear cocked to the side, the other up in confusion. His eyes rose towards his eyebrows, and his tail stopped in mid swish.

"Sir?"

The swagger stick came down out of nowhere, catching the stallion across both broad muscled cheeks. He gave a cry, cut off suddenly, and stood uncomprehending.

"I said bend over the desk. Are you hard of hearing as well as fucking stupid?"

The stallion obeyed as if on remote, his eyes betraying his fear. He leant over awkwardly, draping his big frame on the small badly built army desk with difficulty. He pressed his nose to the wood, and his fingers gripped the edge.

"Do you think you can learn soldier?"

"Sir yes Sir!"

The swagger stick described a perfect arc, slamming into one well stretched stallion rump with a crack that would not be out of place on the shooting range. The stallion grunted, once, but remained still, though his tail fluttered beautifully. The wolf watched that tail with undisguised hunger.

"Care to prove it?"

"Sir yes Sir!"

Another blow, this time drawing a yelp, but the stallion stopped himself standing to rub his sore ass with difficulty, and instead gripped the desk hard enough to make the wood creak.

"Think you can obey orders for once soldier?"

"Sir yes Sir!...ahhhhh!"

The third blow came, harder and more vicious than the first two, right over the spot where the first two hit. The stallion writhed against the desk, trying not to cry, instead whimpering softly. Another part of him had not remained under control though, and the wolf noticed.

The instructor managed a real smile now, hot and full of pleasure. The stallion had dropped, against his will, the long mass of pink and black mottled horsecock drooping towards the floor. He had chosen well, it seemed.

"Ahhh Sir!" the stallion couldn't help but break discipline, not when there was the cold tip of a swagger stick running tantalisingly down the underside of his stallion's pride. All the way from his scrotum to his flare and back, while the unruly organ swelled with blood and grew to it's full mighty proportions. The wolf was not impressed.

"Just another dumb stud with his brain in his dick, aren't you soldier..."

"Sir...no Sir!"

"Yes you are, don't contradict me soldier unless you want more of this!" The swagger stick left swelling horse genitals long enough to deliver another stinging blow, right across his ass, drawing a fresh cry. And, the wolf couldn't help but notice, a small spurt of precum from the wide flaring tip of the helpless stud cock swinging towards the floor.

"Let's see then shall we..."

The stallion bit his lip to try to avoid crying out as he felt the tip probe his crevice, parting his scrotum and playing with his testicles, then stroking his long velvet taint. He had never been touched there, and the sensations shocked him to the core, tingling, throbbing...

"Oh God.."

Then the fat brass tip found his virgin pucker and probed. The wolf enjoyed his game, pressing a little harder, watching those fat anal lips spread and almost open, then stopping, then again, only to stop. The horse's cock swung up to slap the underside of the desk under the persistent fondling, decorating the cheap plywood with a coat of teenage stallion seed. He watched those beautiful ass cheeks quiver and clench at the touch.

"Think you can obey do you soldier?"

The wolf reached in with a paw now, cupping one fat pair of stallion testicles. They jumped and rolled in his grip, and he clenched tight to stop them moving, instead forcing the pair of foalmakers to bulge out in their leathery scrotum invitingly. He ran the swagger stick over the taut skin, tormenting the horse, but he was pleased to see the youngster remain in position. Maybe he could be trusted.

His other paw roamed, finding well spanked stallion ass, and he applied the carrot to match the stick, long slow almost loving touches and caresses, right where the swagger stick had bit and hurt. The stallion groaned now, submitting to the touch and the sensations. The room reeked of musk and pent up seed, the sharp tang of a young stud on the brink.

"Then obey this. Stay exactly like that and do not move."

The stallion tensed, closing his eyes, butt cheeks clenched tight. He felt something at his muzzle.

"Bite down on this lad."

He opened his muzzle instinctively, until the hard stick was in place like a makeshift bit. It made him feel even more vulnerable, feeling that there, like a feral horse under the bridle and the whip. He knew he might be thankful for it though, if it came to it. Though what the wolf had in mind was only dimly registering on his consciousness.

Not until he heard the sound of a perfectly fitted military belt unbuckled, the sound of fatigue pants sliding down muscled wolf thighs, the sound of a wolf spitting up a big gob of phlegm.

"Now relax soldier."

One wet tapered wolf cock tip pressed against his pucker, ready to invade virgin territory. The instructor was an old hand, victor of many battles. This one was easy, though still satisfying; and with that thought, and a last predatory grin, he thrust his hips forward.

Spit and pre can only do so much, especially with a virgin tailhole. The stallion screamed out a whinny into the bit between his teeth, gritting so hard he could feel it crunch under his bite. The wolf cock pummeled its way inside, spreading his hole, tearing a path deep into his guts, rasping over his nut and introducing the abject stallion to his prostate in the harshest way possible, under the first thrust of a rampant wolf cock.

With a grunt the drill instructor pulled back, watching delighted as his red swollen length emerged from one well drilled stallion hole, the angry red sore lips relinquishing their hold on his shaft reluctantly, so eager were they to clench down and bar the way. He shook his head in dismay; they never did obey the order to relax, and it always took much instruction before they got the hang of it. That was how it was sometimes, learning was painful as well as satisfying. He waited a second, judging the moment like the fall of shot from a howitzer, then rammed forward again.

The stallion shook, his tail fluttering against the wolf's immaculate fatigue shirt. He didn't even ruin the creases, they were almost concreted in, and another thrust followed up, deeper still, as the stallion collapsed against the desk and panted.

Then the wolf began making love to one well conquered stallion anus, long and slow. He bent his muzzle forward, pointing it at the junction of cock and well spread tailhole and drooling out a long line of spit to ease the penetration a little, though in truth he knew the horse could feel every thrust like sandpaper over his oversensitive virgin tunnel. He would learn, this one. And he would earn it.

With a slight change of angle, the wolf drove his tip against a swollen stallion prostate hard enough to draw a cry as the stallion lifted off the desk a fraction. Then again, and again, and soon his hips moved like pistons back and forward, back and forward, driving his length into the slowly loosening depths of the cadet. He felt the horse responding, pants turning to moans to groans, his cock slapping the desk regularly as he took a hard wild mating. The wolf was under control though, as he always was. No knot for this one, not without lube. He wanted to teach a lesson, not put him in the infirmary.

That pleasure would come later.

"One last order soldier. Cum for me. Now."

Whinnies, pleading, cries for mercy, he ignored them all. He continued ramming against that soft spongy nut, feeling an incredibly tight stallion hole gripping him like a vise. The youngster could not cum though, somehow it built and built and never came and he flattened his head on the desk and whimpered.

"See, still can't obey can you."

One wolf paw spanked his left ass cheek, hard, extended claws raking over flesh. The stallion whinnied, ever so much closer even though it horrified him to realise it.

"Cum damn you." Another spank, another whinny.

"Sir, I can't...please..."

"Disobeying again soldier..." another spank, and the stallion shot a line of clear pre. He groaned, he shook, his balls strained on the edge of pain.

"Use your brain stallion. How do you normally cum? You lot do it enough in the barracks at night, when I come in the morning at reveille the place stinks of teenage spunk everywhere. Think!" Another hard swat, and the stallion cried out. He also got the meaning though, and his hand reached for his swollen length, repeating the long practiced motions he had perfected since puberty. He had done it just this morning in fact, taking a break in the guardhouse, spraying his cum all over the wall to relieve the boredom and get one back at an army he hated with a passion, marking his defiance with a flood tide of stallion seed. Then satisfied and drowsy, he fell asleep, to wake to the snarling face of Lieutenant Drysdale, the manic depressive lion about to eat him alive. Instead he handed him over to his drill instructor, the wolf, with a sneering comment about the uselessness of stallions...

But fuck that wank felt good, leaning back, stroking his shaft just under the flare, imagining his girl doing that for him, before deep throating him and taking his load. Like this...ohhh so much like this...

"Cum for me!" A final swat, and he felt his balls dance, his ass clench tight, his cock throb in his grasp.

"Ahhhh Sir yes Sir..."

The whinny of release was brutal, loud, long, as his tail flagged wildly against the wolf and he unloaded a long stream of stallion cum all over the floor and the bottom of the desk. The wolf kept on pounding, but this time he was gentle, stroking the stallion's shoulder and kissing his neck until the cadet's orgasm had subsided and he collapsed against the desk. The wolf suddenly pulled out and he felt the pain afresh, his abused pucker winking in outrage at the harsh unlubricated fucking it had received. The stallion turned his head to stare at the wolf cock, still red, still throbbing, with an obvious huge knot swollen to the size of a grapefruit at the base.

"On your knees soldier."

"S...Sir...?"

"Think you earned a cum in your useless tailhole? No soldier...it's muzzle for you, if you are quick."

The well beaten stallion fell to his knees. He had to bend down, even then, to the rampant erection straining before him, and he stared at it fascinated and appalled, the sheen of fluid, blood and ass juice and spit and precum. His nostrils flared tentatively, picking up the scents of wolf in heat, musk and cum and sweat. Unlike the scents of teenage stallion...yet alike too.

"Lick."

One rough paw gripped his close cropped mane and pulled him in without pause. He opened his muzzle and suddenly felt and tasted wolf meat, male, cum, rich tangy tastes. He almost gagged but the wolf let him have some respite, pulling back before sliding in slowly this time so he could get used to the feel. His lips closed tight around the shaft, and his tongue struggled against a swollen wolf cocktip, tasting every musk filled drop of pre.

"Good soldier...harder..."

Hips moved, muzzlefucking while the wolf never let up his death grip on the stallion's mane. The horse could taste the acrid taste of seed getting stronger, thicker, and the thrusts got wilder and harder, prodding the back of his throat as his instructor deep fucked his virgin muzzle like he had taken his ass. With one difference.

"Wider...take it pony..."

His whinny of complaint was lost in the desperate struggle to accommodate a knot in his muzzle, lips stretched wide, the fat knob filling him and rubbing back and forward. The feel of pony lips and tongue on his knot finally brought the wolf off, and he tugged painfully at the short stallion mane as he unloaded into the willing hot muzzle before him. The horse wanted to pull back but he held him in place, coaxing in a low soft voice, as the stallion finally swallowed every last drop of rich wolf cum and then sat back with a dazed look in his eyes and one long rope of cum still dripping from his chin.

"Now boy, time to learn some other soldier's skills. I want that floor spotless. Get your muzzle down and your ass up."

The stallion obeyed, lapping at the thick pool of his own spoo on the floor. He felt a tug on his tail, the wolf playing with it before pulling out a long service knife.

"I know they let you lot keep your tails in the army these days, but I think it looks much neater without them. Better for discipline. Don't you soldier?"

"Sir...yes Sir..." he almost sobbed, and felt the tug of the knife. The wolf was careful, severing the tail just above his dock, leaving a short stub of brush-like tail where a long silken pride once swung.

"Now, you are going to be in my quarters at oh five hundred sharp for extra duty, aren't you soldier. I am going to get you through training if it kills me, and if it does, you can guarantee you will have died first. How does that sound?"

The stallion stood at attention, looking into his drill sergeant's eyes. The wolf saw him breaking, but he also saw the dawning realisation. He wasn't being given up on. Something hardened in the stallion, and he nodded.

"Sir yes Sir."

The wolf gave his ass one last swat, which drew fresh life from the swinging stallion cock that had softened as he lapped up his own cum. The stallion looked embarrassed, but the wolf just nodded in appreciation.

"That is one thing I hope never to beat out of you soldier. Dismissed."

As the naked stallion trotted back to his barracks, the wolf whistled a tuneless march and headed for his cupboard. The length of stallion tail joined the pile in his special stash, all different colours. He remembered them all, the feel of that first slide into a virgin horse pucker, the scent of their cum. All beautiful, all different, all dumb. But he made soldiers out of all of them.

This would be his sternest test yet, he thought. But as he remembered the feel of that ass clenching on his cock as the young stud unloaded on the floor, he lit up a cigar and cracked a smile.

The hardest ones were the most fun.