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It was a lightly cool Sunday morning. I jogged out the front of the house, mom kept asking that I should wear my sweater. I slung the backpack over my shoulder and just kept going in my running shorts and t-shirt. I had a couple of stops to make before I got to the school "spot."

I shook my blond head as I jogged. I kept wondering where this all was going. I mean, I was just some kid who had taken a liking to an obnoxious, yet very sexy, colt-stallion, and now I was helping a group of equines to realize what was going on right in front of them.

Maybe it was a good thing, maybe not. At this point I didn't care. I had a purpose, and it was helping. I had heard that there were "integration" problems sometimes with the furs, but, what did you expect? They were only second or third generation citizens, and very much a minority. They were latching onto our culture eagerly. No old country to go back to, no family back home to call. I sighed. It must be tough for a lot of them.

A sliver of an idea was forming in the back of my mind, but it might be a few days before I would be ready to put it into action. The thought of it did make me smile.

I finally reached my first destination. The convenience store. I picked up the phone and dialed the number for Rake. It was disconnected. It didn't go to voice mail. I nodded. That was about what I figured.

I then jogged over to the other store.

**

If I keep giving you hints then where would the surprise be? So no, I'm not going to tell you what type of store, nor am I going to tell you what I bought. Not right now anyway. Just know that even though I wasn't a boy scout I had learned a long time ago, be prepared, so I bought what I thought I might need for the next few days and to cover the contingencies.

**

It was about eleven when I jogged over across the fields and to the spot behind the bleachers. Aden wasn't here yet. If he didn't win his challenge this morning (yes he told me about those) then I'd have to cool my heels for a while. As it was I sat down and thought about what was going to happen with Aden's dad today.

**

Ok so I have two colts, two fillies, and one older stud to take care of. Jake will probably be ok. For today. I saw him leave the game Friday night with Rodney. I also got a rambling text from him early this morning talking about wanting to talk to me on Monday about the herd. I'd laughed at that.

My herd.

Even though old Luc had been pretty redemptive once he was called out for his problems, I knew he'd need some help. He'd been in his current state for quite a few years. If there is one thing I've learned about horses, even the fur equine kind, it's that their habits are hard to break. Even with what went on last night, just like with Aden, I'd have to step in again.

I sighed inwardly. I'd seen some of the cockiness back in Aden as well. He was very smug when we finished with our plan to take care of Rake. Then the look he gave me before I left, well, he'd been nervous about his dad and what I may or may not have done.

So this is the hard part. I have two conflicting sides here. I have Aden, who I have to admit I am really falling for, and the herd. I have two duties. One is to protect and help the herd, the other is to protect and help Aden. He's my number one priority. Without him, there will be no herd, and I'll have to back off and let them fend for themselves.

That would be disaster. But I can't let this just turn into some type of orgy or giant fight. Fuck...what were the other equines in this town doing?

Hrm.....

Or maybe I don't have to just turn it......it might just go on it's own....and there are other ways.

A plan was forming.

**

I heard the hoof steps.

I checked my phone for the time. 11:03. Just in time.

Aden opened the gate. He stopped then smiled when he saw me.

I stood up and slung the pack over my shoulder.

"Aden.....I think this maybe becoming too regular of a spot for us. It reeks of your cum. Not that _I_mind but someone might notice. Plus it's a little too public for what you need. Do you think we could go to your place?"

For a second Aden looked shocked, then shrugged. I followed him out of the gate.

My poor colt, you have no idea what you or your dad are really in for do you? Yes I had you pick up a few things for me, but I wonder how big of an impact this will be for you?

**

Ok. I know something is up. He's asked to come to our house. I'm not one to ask questions. I also just got out of detention. The winning answer? August 15th, 1924. The question? In what year was the "Fur Acceptance Act" passed. I was surprised no one else beat me to it, especially with that little fox boy who thinks he's so smart sitting across from me.

Ahem.....I have to talk to Dex about this.

Anyway.

**

I slipped my keys into the lock, and opened the door. The familiar entry-way greated me. I hung my keys on the hook next to the door on the wall. I could hear the T.V. Dad was home.

A quick glance at Dex told me he was looking around and taking stock of the place.

"Dad? Dex is here."

"Ok son...."

I saw the wince from Dex, and an almost sad smile played across his lips.

Oh crap. Here we go.

I led the way though, or I tried to. I was hoping we'd get past the entryway to the den and at least to my room to talk when I heard the exclamation.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I turned. Dex was staring into the Den. I couldn't see my father, but I could imagine the sight in my mind. It was what my Dad did every Sunday. Drink beer, relax, and enjoy his time off. I know Dex and my Dad had a little chat last night, I didn't really expect what was coming though.

"What did I tell you?"

Fuck...oh fuck.....fuck no....

**

"Um...."

I hated this part. Sure some part of me enjoyed it, but in reality I hated being such a stern guy. I'd much rather doll out pleasure than punishment.

"I told you, clean this place up, take care of yourself, go to the gym, and to basically shape up didn't I?"

I heard Aden's breath behind me. He was panting. It sounded nervous and ragged.

"Get up stud."

With a huge grunt of effort Lucas stood up. He looked uneasy. I could see it in his posture and ear stance. Not to mention he wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Aden...."

Aden bolted up the stairs.

**

Oh fuck am I in trouble! I ran as soon as Aden said my name. I'm ashamed. What the hell? Dad's going to beat the snot out of him, then me, then I'm going to be in real trouble with both of them!

**

I sighed. I'd have to take care of Aden later.

I took a long look at Luc.

Where Aden was gracefull, Lucas bulked. Aden's dad was a huge brute and his coat was a little shaggy, but where Aden had his star mark, Lucas was pure black.

I walked over and turned the T.V. Off. The "Morning Show with Tom" was canceled for this Sunday. I turned. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

I radiated annoyance in both human, and equine terms. Luc's eyes shone for one second before he cleared his throat, his huge fist coming up to his thick equine lips.

"Um.....like you said Stallion, to take care of myself, clean up this mess, to work out, and to shape up."

I nodded. Point for him.

"Where is it Luc?"

He looked at me almost ashamed.

"What?"

I closed my eyes and asked him louder, "Where is your bridle?"

He looked at the floor again.

"In my room, stallion."

I nodded.

"Take me to it."

He sighed as he passed me. I knew this was a very different game than the one with his son. This was a different field. Fuck it wasn't even a sport. This was going to almost be like when I was in art. It was going to be a bit of a heavy handed art piece though.

He was a broken down old stud, at least he acted like one. He was still in his prime. Why couldn't he see that? Sure he had a layer of fat on him, sure he was hulking and imposing, did he think no mare would want him?

The thought made me slow for a second as I followed the huge stallion.

I wonder.....is he really that broken? Or is his just neglected and damaged? Aden was badly neglected and turned brash and pompus since he had no guidance, as any colt-stallion would. What about Luc? Is this what happens to sommeone who was in love but is now lost, and is an equine with no leader?

We finally reached his room. Nothing had changed. He turned to look at me. Sheepishly.

"Where is it old stud? Let me see it?"

Luc bent over, I had a hard time not admiring his ass. It wasn't that it was pert and cute, no, it was huge, thick, masculine, and still perfectly formed. I caught my breath after a second. He pulled the thing from under his bed.

**

I stared at the small human. I was feeling very put out, I mean, I know I screwed up, but, he's human! What the fuck is he going to do?

It would not do well though to rebuke the Stallion though, human or not. I knew that. God I knew that primaly too!. I remember the scolding, the bites to my neck and arms, and everything else I got as a colt from our leader, old Malek. He was of the old world. He had "views" about us younglings. We'd learn our place. We did. Our dad's did their best to....well....and then it was our turn.....maybe my generation didn't do so well. I know I didn't.

I looked behind him as I handed him my cum-stain-covered bridle. Yes I had jacked off with it. I haven't done that in a long time. I mean, jacked off. Well, not like that anyway. Sure I took care of my 'problem' in the morning during my shower, and maybe once again before bed, but not like last night. I had stood before the vision of myself wearing it in Emely's mirror almost shaking.

I missed my Emily so much. But this hard older stallion with that leather on his face and that look in his eye got me going. I - I couldn't help it.

In the end I had sat down on the bed and leaned back. I could see my flare expand mere inches from my thick equine lips. I'd felt the first gush hit me right in the mouth. I didn't stop until I was spent. It had been a very long time since I had cum like that!

**

I looked at the poor sticky thing. It was obviously covered with a big load of his cum. I think I was starting to see a solution.

I took it from him and looked him in the eye. He looked very embarrassed.

I walked over to his bathroom and washed it off in the sink as best as I could without soaking the leather. I turned around and walked back over. Unlike his son, he turned to watch my every move. It reminded me I had a big problem waiting for me right after this.

Why me? Oh right.....because I hit "accept" on his friend request.

I stood before him and handed him the bridal.

"Put it on."

He ducked his head and shook it into place. He had problems with the buckles because of his much thicker fingers, but he managed finally to get the last one in place.

"Strip down."

He stared at me for a long time.

"You heard me old stud, strip!"

Reluctantly he pulled his shirt off, and took his jeans down. Finally his boxers came off. It was obvious where Aden got his "size" from. I smiled to myself seeing him nude. It was just as I had pictured it in my mind's eye. He was no broken down old stud. He was very inch a hot stud. Tall, broad, lightly shaggy black coat. He fetlocks on his legs told me he was definitely not Arabian stock like his son. He had draft lineage somewhere.

His equine face didn't look very old, but it did look very masculine and hard. I did notice something I hadn't before. There was a scar on his left thigh. It must have been when he took that bullet for a human citizen.

I nodded at him.

"Come here."

He walked over and stared down at me. I reached out and turned him to face the closet door mirror. I stroked his back a couple of times. His tail swished with nerves once in a while, the thick hairs slapping his thighs.

"What do you see?"

He coughed once. "Um, me. In a mirror with a bridle on."

I sighed.

"No stud....what do you see?"

I felt his back twitch at my touch. He was very nervous.

He didn't answer.

Hrm, too much....different track now....

"Tell me stud....tell me about yourself. Tell me what happened."

I glanced over at the dresser. I found what I was looking for. I picked up the frame and walked back over to him. I held it to him. "What happened to him?"

He took it from me and stared. In the picture was a smiling Lucas O'Brian from his Academy graduation. He couldn't have been more than 23 or 24. He was an incredible sight. It reminded me a lot of Jake really, just a blacker, slightly older version.

"I.....I graduated top of my class. I met.....met Emily right after. We married, and had Aden. I was very happy."

I kept stroking his back. The twitching had stopped.

"We moved into this house right after. Then, well a few years later, Emily died."

"In this room right?"

He didn't even look at me but nodded.

"After that, I felt lost. I.....I drifted I think. I went to work, I came home, I did what I could. Emily's mom helped with Aden as much as she could at times, but she's gone too now. It's just me and him."

"How would you describe Officer O'Brien here....the one who graduated?"

"Strong. Protective. In love. Handsome. Willing to do anything for his son."

I felt the smile on my lips. "And quite the ladies man eh? In school, how many fillies?"

He chuckled. "About 20 by the end and yes. I had to beat them off with a stick sometimes."

He sighed.. Now though...."

I acted. He didn't expect it. He was totally relaxed. I let my old training kick in. Ever see a 9 year old take down a big 200 pound guy? Well it's all about leverage. His feet swept out from under him and he landed hard on his back. The thud could have probably been heard from outside.

**

I fell hard. Onto my back. It was more of a surprise than anything else. I'd had much worse at work. The framed picture bounced on the carpet a few times coming to rest near the mirror.

I felt eyes boring into me. I couldn't look up but I knew what was coming.

"Look at me!"

I forced my head up.

"What is wrong with you? What do you mean....'now though?' Now what? Don't you dare start telling me you are all alone and Emily is gone. I know that. Aden knows that. I bet everyone at work knows that. I bet you even tried dating for a while and it didn't work right?"

How....

I nodded.

"Do you know why nothing really worked for you?"

"No."

The human spun around with his arms wide taking in the whole room in one gesture..

"This Luc! All of this. You're living in a past. You have no self confidence. Why? Why? Why? I'm not going to tell you why Luc, You aren't stupid or you wouldn't have made it out of the cadet school."

I nodded. I think I was starting to see his point.

"Stand up for fuck's sake stud."

I grunted a little as I stood.

"Now.....look in that mirror."

I did. My reflection shone back at me a little darker than it should since I hadn't cleaned the glass in a while.

**

"Now....stare at yourself and tell me.....tell me why I had to wipe your cum off of your bridle..."

He swallowed. He was nervous again. His tail was whipping my leg as I stroked his back again.

"tell me why.....why there was a strong load of your stud seed on it Luc...."

He started to duck his head. I slapped him firmly on his ass. He grunted.

"Because I found it sexy."

"Good." I kept stroking.

"Tell me about it. Tell me what happened."

"Well.....at night I usually take care of one of my loads, and I had it on when I went to lie down on the bed to rest, after you left, and the image of myself caught my eye....."

"I......I hadn't ever worn one before. I mean, I'd seen guys in the bars wear them when I was younger, and I know they're kind of cool these days with the rocker kids, but I've never worn one....it...it was hot....I......got hard."

I chuckled a little. I glanced down. "You're getting hard now...."

He grunted.

"Keep going stud."

He nodded, his mane bobbed a little.

"I sat down on the bed and, like I said I got hard. I kept staring at myself and I started to stroke myself. I could feel my load building and I wanted to keep seeing it, and I didn't want to mess up my mirror so...I shot it on my face.......I hadn't cum like that in a very long time..."

I wrinkled my head for a second. "On your face?"

He shook his head. "No...so hard or so much."

I laughed. He was very hard now. He and his son were almost a perfect match. His huge equine member bobbed with each heartbeat standing straight out from his body.

"Why?"

"I looked hot" he repeated

"No, why did you look hot old stud?"

"I looked hard....I mean masculine...like I could kill....like I could wipe the floor of a biker bar with the face of some young punk. I felt like I could mount any mare I wanted, maybe even a filly or two. I could probably have even taken my old friend Francis down and made him beg for me to stop..."

He was leaking now....the thick smell of stallion cum began to full the room.

Gently I guided him with pressure on his back to the mirror until he was about a foot away. His cock was throbbing hard now...

"I could have done anything I wanted. I did. I grabbed my cock and I came so hard."

I bit his shoulder aggressively. I expected him to sigh at the gesture, not moan. My eyebrows raised.

Wow really? Ahem....right.....

I could taste his nervous sweat. Where his son had a bit of a spicy normal horse scent, Luc had a very thick horse smell. He was still nervous though.

"Do it now then...."

He looked down at me in shock.

My hand slapped his strong ass firmly.

God that stung.

"Don't look at me - look at the mirror and do it old stud. Show me what you once were, and tell me."

Slowly he reached down and gripped his cock. He was very good at what he did. He probably had many more years of practice than I did. I took notes watching him. He slowly ran his hand down the entire length, pausing once in a while to squeeze at his medial ring. I also noticed he kept pinching his sheath skin and tugging on it. A moan escaped his lips. His voice was very deep.

I noticed his eyes closing.

"Tell me about the horse in front of you...."

His eyes opened. He didn't pause in what he was doing.

"He's strong....he's....he's handsome....and hot...."

I smirked a little. "Why?"

"He's a fucking stud....look at him....look at those fucking shoulders. Do you know how long it toook me to build those? Years of working out after school in my parents garage....fuck...and that cock....it's long and .....ah.....yes.....thick....."

I took a step back from the jacking equine. He had this now.....time to let him off the reins a little.

"Fuck...look at it! I'm leaking so bad now Stallion! I can't stop it.....fuck.....my balls.....god....their heavy.....I.....haven't cum yet this morning...."

I took one more step back from him. I took the sight in. Luc was furiously jacking himself off now. Not one handed, but with both hands. His flare would thicken with each stroke. I could hear his breath coming raggedly. He took a step back, ready to sit on the bed in habit.

I had no choice. I stepped forward again and guided him back in front of the mirror. "Oh no you don't.....I didn't say move stud......"

He just nodded...."Fuck.....sorry......I......oh fuck.....so soon?"

He sounded surprised. I couldn't help myself. I cupped one of his huge cheeks with my hand. His tail whipped around in an arc and slapped me on my own ass.

"Cum on that stud in front of you. Mark him Luc....mark the stud in front of you....you're better than him."

I heard him growl deep in his chest....suddenly he came. He shot straight onto the mirror. Huge runnels of cum ran down the mirror. His hands slowed and he just pointed his cock straight at the "other horse."

"Fuck you.....you're not the stud here....I am got it?"

I backed away. He wasn't talking to me, he was in the throes of his orgasm and something else.

"You're weak asshole. Fuck you.....get over it...."

He blew hotly out of his nose and arced his neck at himself. Another shot of cum. I raised an eyebrow at that. I figured he was done.....I was wrong. He kept growling at himself, berating the other horse, until finally with one last cry he let loose a load that dwarfed all of the others.

I had to get up quickly. He had gone into a rut, and was a bit mindless as he came. His legs looked weak. I grabbed him by the waist and he stumbled back into the bed pulling me down accidentally beside him his left arm flung over my chest.

Thank God it was beside him, if he'd landed on me, I'd be in serious trouble!

His huge chest heaved as he fought for breath. He was calming down. I struggled for a bit, but got his arm off of me where it hand landed and stood up. My nose was filled with the smell of virile stallion. The mirror on the door was coated thickly as was the carpet. He'd gotten a good amount on his legs and fetlocks too as he had finished. The whole room reeked of it. It made my head swim a little.

I adjusted my own pants for a second. Thank God I only had my thin running shorts on today. I had managed to get a lot of my pre on them, but they were "absorbent." I found it worked for more than just sweat.

I stood in front of Luc. He lifted his head to me, curling one of his huge arms under his head. He nodded.

"I needed that didn't I?"

I nodded.

"You did that for a reason other than just to watch Aden's dad jack off didn't you?"

I smiled.

"Well, it was hot." I pointed to my shorts. He raised an eyebrow at that for a second.

"But yes, you're right. I did. What did I do old stud?"

He chuckled for a second. "You reminded me who I am Stallion. I've been living in the past, stuck over Emily. I need to get a grip. You tried last night, but I needed more than a roundhouse punch and some combing."

I nodded. "What's your plan?"

He sighed.

"Well, I'm going to shower, go out and get that gym membership I've been putting off, get one for Aden, and take him with me every morning. Then I'm going to the furniture store and buy a new bedroom set, maybe order a contractor to come over on Monday to take measurements and repaint the inside of the house, get some new flooring, all of that. I have more than enough put away. I need a change."

I patted his thigh. "Yes, you do.."

I turned to leave. "Keep it on by the way, this entire week. If you ever feel down just....go look in a mirror"

He laughed hugely. "Yes Stallion. I'll do that, but this time I might aim somewhere else...."

**

I felt arms around me for a second. I was sitting on my bed rocking back and forth. That snapped me out of it. I looked up into Dex's face. He had a funny look. Humor and concern?

"Um....Aden...what happened?"

He stepped back a bit. I shook my mane.

"I.....I got scared!"

"Why?"

"Dad....dad was going to kill you and.....me....he....."

I shook my mane.

"He didn't?"

He laughed.

"No."

"Oh."

I couldn't think of anything to say. I had been so filled with the prospect of unknown consequences I had done the only thing I knew. Run and stay in my room. It's what I did the night my mom died.

"Did you put that on all by yourself?"

He looked amused and concerned at the same time. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had a bridle on. I'd bought it myself the other day. I liked the one that Dex had lent to me, when I bought the one for Dad, well, I got a discount on the second. It was brown, not as ornate, but it had "Golden Boy" across the nose strap in rivets.

I didn't remember putting it on.

"I....I gues.....I don't...."

He patted me on the shoulder.

"It's ok. We need to talk. Your dad needs some time alone. Come with me.