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I so don't want to go to school today. It isn't that I dislike school, far from it, but well, we just moved. Thanks Dad! So now I have a new school to go to. No friends, no circle of support, and no one who even remotely knows me. I guess considering everything that might not be a bad thing.

Oh, and to make everything so much rosier, it's an "integrated school!" No, this isn't 1950 or anything, but well, once the "Furs" arrived as they're called (they're really animal people but don't call them that) there was a bit of push back of sorts. Regular humans mixing with these strange beings? It had taken a long time, but now there were "native" furs to earth, and they were integrating into society finally.

Not that I hold that against them. It just means that I'll be getting picked on for going to Bowie High, home of the Pioneers. Yeah you can probably tell I sneered while saying that. Pioneers. Sure.

"Dex!?"

Oh crap that's my Mom.

"Yes?"

"Don't forget your books!"

"Ok Mom!"

Man these things are heavy. Oh well, the quicker I get this over with, the quicker I can get home.

**

I quickly loaded my books into my book bag as I could hear my mom fussing downstairs. Dad had already left for work. I took a look at myself in the mirror and sighed. Blond hair tousled, blue eyes sullen, white skin, no pimples, perfect complexion. At least the black shirt and jeans made me feel less conspicuous. I hated that I looked like one of those kids from the Hitler Youth posters on the History Channel.

The door opened to the hallway as my older brother grinned at me.

"Hey! Don't make an ass of yourself."

The bastard. "Yah sure." John would say that. The class clown had graduated last year. He was in community college and didn't have to bother with school drama anymore. I so hated school drama.

I pushed my way past him and down the hall. My perpetually perky mother waited by the front door tapping her foot. Blond hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks. Yes. She really did look like a poster mother for 1955. She ruffled my hair as we walked to the car. Another embarrassment. A nice station wagon, complete with fake wood siding.

God I wanted to gag.

The doors thunked heavily as they closed. Mom checked her makeup in the vanity mirror while she started the car.

"Now, Dex, I know this is a new school, so this is a fresh start. We don't want to have any more problems right?"

God she always had to bring this up.

"Yes mom."

"You know it could reflect badly on your father."

She dabbed at some invisible spot on her cheek with a napkin.

"Yes mom."

Her hand slapped my chest hard.

"I mean it! One screw up young man, and it's off to the Academy with you."

Fuck really? This shit again?

"Ok! I get the point! I'll be good."

She flipped the mirror back.

"Good."

Oh this is sooo going to suck.

**

"Name?"

"Dexter."

The secretary stared at me with a slight frown. The school office smelled like every school office. A slight hint of shaved wood, glue, paint, and boredom. Long days of boredom.

"Full name?" She sighed.

Here it came. I sighed.

"Dexter Reilly Kingsburry."

She ignored the ridiculousness of my name, but finally found my name on the list. She handed me a sheet of paper.

"Your schedule. Class starts at 8. Have a nice day."

I sighed and took the sheet studying it. English, math, science, lunch, then economics and PE. Great nothing fun at all. I see mom managed to drain all the joy out of this. The walk to the main courtyard was short. I stared out the door. A lot of humans, and a lot of non humans. I'd never been this close to a fur before. I stared. There were several felines, some tiger stripped guy, a doe female, and a few others.

Well it'll be different at least.

I held my breath and pushed the door open stepping into the covered walkway by the office. I slowly turned to head for the main building and took maybe a step before the shove came.

I fell down, hard. The backpack and it's heavy contents slid up as I fell and hit me hard on the back of the neck. Fuck!

There was laughter as a group of obvious jocks walked by me. Glancing up I realized it was my first sighting of a "mixed" group up close. Three muscle bound jock humans, one bull and one equine were laughing. I heard the dreaded word "Nerd!"

As they quickly walked on the equine glancing over his shoulder at me and sneered.

I'll admit I'd had a few fantasies in my time about the equine furs. I'd been to the porn websites (as if dad would even be able to figure out how to block them from me). I had never seen one in person, and the effect the sight on me left me confused for a second as I lay there on the concrete.

He was tall. Very tall. He was muscular without being brutish. In fact he looked very athletic like a gymnast. He had jet black fur, and a single star blaze on his forehead. His mane was cropped short as was his tail, which was bobbed. The nub stuck out from his jeans just below the belt line.

I was blushing.Damnit! I quickly stood and glanced around. No one else seemed interested in what happening. I hope anyone that had would just as quickly forget it.

I heard the mechanical warning bells go off indicating 10 minutes before the start of classes.

I sucked in my breath and rushed to the main building and quickly found my classroom. Room 110. English.

I quickly found a seat at the back and sat down laying my head down. If no one notices me I'll be fine. Just let me get through the day.

I could hear the other students enter. A few of the vocal gestures were alien to me. One canine bark startled me, but I kept my head down. There was a feeling pur in one female voice. Then I could hear it. An equine whickering. I lifted my head slightly, but didn't see any equine in front of me, but there, on my right I saw the same equine from before. He noticed me looking and scowled. I just put my head back down.

The bell rang.

"Alright settle down!"

The voice was dry like parchment. I finally lifted my head and sat normally. The teacher was a heavy set older man. He sat at his desk instead of standing. "Ok, Roll Call, Collins....."

I groaned again. I hated this part. I hated my name. At least at the other school they just called me "Dex."

"Kingsburry?" I raised my hand.

"Kingsburry?" I kept my hand raised. Then I realized the teacher wasn't watching. Several of the students were looking around at the new name.

"Here." I pipped up, my voice cracking. Damn

"Ah yes, Welcome to Bowie."

"Kane....?" The teacher droned on.

I sensed movement next to me. I turned my head to my right. The equine had leaned over and was staring at me. "Kingburry?" He had a light tenor voice. I swallowed hard and nodded. The horse was wearing blue jeans, a tight white t-shirt, and a Letterman's jacket. He also was giving me a sneer.

"Such a nerd...."

He turned back and leaned in his chair closing his brown almost black eyes. Someone to my left giggled.

This is so going to suck.

**

I made it through lunch without much of a problem. A few people would giggle my last name as they passed, but that was about it. I didn't give anyone the time of day. I pointedly ignored the few tentative gestures of friendliness. That wasn't my thing. Friends? Sure. That had worked out well the last time.

The afternoon classes droned on. At least I wasn't a Freshman. I was a junior and would have only have the rest of this year, and then next year to worry about. I'd seen the equine once again in passing in the hall. He just sneered at me as I passed. I paid him no mind. Finally the last class of the day. Finally I'd be out of here soon. At least PE was fun. I could run fast. I was the fastest in track at my last school. I was hoping about talking to the gym teacher about that this afternoon.

The locker room was just like any other locker room. I stepped in and dropped my backpack on a bench and took out my P.E. Clothes. A thin pair of black shorts and a white T-Shirt. I quickly stripped to my boxers and quickly donned the thin clothes. I suddenly felt myself pushed into the locker as someone passed giving me a good shove.

I quickly turned, anger making my cheeks burn red. It was that damned horse again. "Nerd!"

"Fuck you...." I muttered under my breath locking my locker.

"What was that?" Suddenly I was spun around. The equine loomed over me. He stared down his long nose at me. I could feel his warm breath snort out at me from his nose. His huge hand gripped my shoulder tightly. I noticed my eyes were concentrating on his nostril and the tiny black hairs there.

"Uh....nothing?"

The thick four fingered hand shoved me back into the locker.

"That's right. Don't forget it."

I tried and failed to hide the raging hardon. I hadn't even realized I had gotten one, but I was suddenly too embarrassed. I sat down and ran my hands through my hair trying to will it down.

**

So you've probably figured out by now I'm gay. So what? It seems as if everyone is these days. It's still not really cool with people. I know my dad would hit the roof if he knew. The want-to-be politician campaign manager that he is would birth a kitten if he knew his son was gay.

You've also probably figured I had some trouble in my last school. Sure did. No I'm not going to tell you. That would be idiotic of me and you'd probably judge me just like everyone else, so back off.

I also have a thing for horses. Well, the Fur kind anyway. I'd always loved horses, I mean real horses when I was a kid. My grandparents had a farm, and I knew how to ride. They let me "keep" one too. It's a bay gelding. I call him "Goldie."

When I hit puberty for some reason I found my mind inexorably drawn to the Fur Equines. I'd found a lot of porn online. What? So sue me! I'm in my prime, what did you expect a saint?

Ok, so my hardon is about gone. If I stay away from him, I might just make it out of this ok.

**

I jogged out to the field with the other students. The PE teacher looked like a retired drill instructor, complete with greying temples and a crew cut. He probably was one at some point by the way he barked his orders out. I stretched. I did the sit ups, and I did the push ups. Then it was time to run. I began to jog around the quarter mile track letting my mind ease up and go blank.

This is one of the few things I had left that I enjoyed. Running. After a few easy paces I sped up, overtaking the other students, keeping my eyes on the ground. I quickly finished the half mile run the teacher had asked of us. I jogged to a stop.

"Very good Kingsburry! Ever think of track?"

The P.E. Teacher was looking at me with a smile. The first real one I had seen all day. "Um, yes sir, I was going to ask you about it after class, and please, for the love of God call me Dex."

He chuckled and made a few notes. I heard breathing behind me.

"Track? You're not serious are you coach?" The equine was staring at the P.E. Teacher and giving me a foul look once in a while.

The P.E. Teacher smirked at the cocky equine. "Knock it off Aden. What do you care? You're not on the track team."

I kept my eyes on the teacher trying not to stare at the equine. Aden huh?

The rest of the students finally joined, a few of the out of shape members of the class getting a rude talking-to by the coach. Soon we were ushered into the gym and given the dreaded round orange and black basket balls. I hated this sport. It was only with a little bit of glee that I realized that Aden did to. He let other members of his "team" make the shots and dribble. He got a few shouts by Mr. Wilke to give it his best. Aden gave the coach a sour look every now and then.

Suddenly I realized why. Equines had bad depth perception. Their eyes were on the sides of their head, and they had possibly only a limited amount of depth perception. The complex angles required for sinking a basketball were beyond his ability. The realization made me smile.So Mr. Cocky isn't perfect. It made me enjoy basketball for the first time in ages. I actually made a few shots.

**

The class bell rang. This was my last class of the day. I was lucky, having P.E. at the end of the day allowed me to unwind. Something about the physical exertion was exhilarating. I jogged into the locker room with everyone else. I stripped down. I realized in this class the only Fur was Aden. He was stuck around a lot of human males. I started to wonder at his attitude though. What made him such an ass?

The thought made me chuckle as I quickly grabbed a towel and made it to the showers. A few students were shyly washing themselves. I could never understand all that body shyness crap. We're all human...well....mostly anyway here.

I rubbed the soap across my defined chest and abs. I was no muscle God, but I kept in shape. I loved to run, so I really did have a runners build. I liked it and was very proud of it. Glancing around at the other students made me realize most of them were living "the good life" maybe a little too much.

They are so going to regret that later in life....

The warm water was soothing. I let my mind wander a bit to what I would do this afternoon. A coy smile came to my lips as I thought of Aden.Hrm....definitely some equine porn. That sounds nice.

I heard the slow hoof steps enter the shower area.

I quickly stole a glance as Aden entered. He had a towel wrapped protectively around his middle. His bobbed tail made an interesting little arch in the back. A bunch of the human students chuckled as Aden slipped slightly, his hooves not made for hard wet surfaces. He scowled at a few of them. One or two quickly shut up, one kept laughing.

I know someone who's getting picked on tomorrow, and it isn't going to be me. It was a selfish thought, but one that at least took the horse's attention off of me.

I finished up my shower and turned. Another quick glance over at Aden, and I saw he was showering with....swimwear on?

What the hell?

The equine had his eyes closed and had to use a good amount of some type of shampoo. I couldn't help it, I stared. His body was very cut and sculpted. The star blaze on his forehead stood out in contrast to his pure black fur and skin. He turned his back to me, and I could see every muscle group well defined. I watched the equines powerful legs and ass as he rinsed the soap off.

Oh fuck.....

I quickly turned the shower head back on, setting it to a much colder setting. Thoughts like those would have to wait until I got home.

I lathered up again, keeping my eyes closed willing my erection to go down again.

One of the shower heads was turned off. I heard the light clopping on the tiles. A soft voice next to my ear made me jump a little.

"Next time take a picture perv, it'll last longer"

I felt the thick equine hand slap me hard on the ass. I gasped at the contact. My eyes flung open as I watched Aden make his way to his locker.

I had to wait until he left before I finished the shower.

**

I talked to Mr. Wilke about track. He enthusiastically asked me to try out. "We don't have enough runners. Especially over the longer distances. You were faster in your practice than a few of my better students."

I nodded. I had always been fast. Run fast was my motto. It had kept me out of big trouble so far. Well, mostly.

"Yes sir." So, why don't you come in Friday after school and we'll get your official times and you can meet the rest of the team....lets see there's...."

I noticed that Aden's name wasn't on the list, but he'd worn a Letterman's jacket. Then I put two and two together. The other jocks, the attitude. Football. The favorite rough American past time.

Figures.

In the end I nodded and agreed. I left the gym building to my annoyed mother who was waiting by the car. "I hope you weren't in trouble!"

"No mom, the coach asked me to try out for track."

She gave me a look. "Dex, we talked about this....you and after school activities." She didn't look pleased.

I turned on the old sweetness and charm bit.

"I know but please? It'll keep me in shape, and it's a school sponsored activity."

She sighed. "I guess."

**

I sat in my room and did my homework. No use in making my life totally miserable like fucking up my experience at this school too. It was boring but it kept my mind off of the equine. Aden.

Fuck there I go again...

This was an obsession. We weren't even the same species. I gave up on my homework and flicked on my laptop and checked. Yup, door closed.

I wasn't allowed to have a lock anymore. My room got inspected all the time by dad.

Fuck I can't wait to move out.

I pulled up my favorite porn site and began perusing the equine section. There were plenty of them there. My not-so-insignificant cock got very hard. I could feel my pre slicking the head against my boxers. My mind got curious. I typed in "Arabian" "Black" "Bobbed Tail" and began looking through the videos. Finally I found something I was very interested in.

There in all of it's glory was a duplicate of Aden. He was a little more muscular, an his star blaze was a little different, but it was definitely close enough for my fantasy. I hit the play button. I watched as the equine sat down on a couch and began to rub his fingers around his sheath.

I easily joined in just rubbing around my own testicles.

Soon I could see the pink and black member snake out of the equine sheath.Fuck he's thick. My mind kept going back to Aden in his trunks in the shower. I felt a shiver go up my spine.

Fascinated I watched the equine stroke himself hard, giving a lewd equine smile to the camera. I could hear over the headphone a muttered curse from whoever was filming. The equine gave a wink.

I was barely even touching myself and I could already feel my own load building.

I stared at the screen as the stallion wrapped his thick hand around his member and began to jack himself off. He was very slick with his copious pre and the wet sounds of a stallion pleasuring himself filled my ears.

I didn't even have to touch myself. I bit my lip as I felt my load spill into my boxers. I breathed out lustily my eyes still on the raging stallion's cock on the video.

The door to my room bumped open.

"Fuck!" I shouted at my brother. He stared at me with his blue eyes and chiseled features. He glanced at the computer and gave me a lewd grin. "Mom's been shouting for dinner perv."

He laughed as I closed the video screen.

"Clean up and get down here she says."

**

Fucking John. The poster child. Sometimes I wish I was an only child. He knew I was gay. He'd caught me jacking off to porn many times. He even caught me giving head to my friend Tom once. He'd always call me a perv when he'd catch me. I fumed. He was straight, and had my secret. He'd use it as leverage to get me to do what he wanted me to do.

I so wanted to punch him out sometimes. The fucker.