Toby hustles down the halls of his school. That extra credit with Mr August was soooooo boring! His grades are fine! He doesn’t need to waste an hour or something doing more work! At least it’s over now and the kid gets to test out his new kite with his dad. 

The skinny, well built pony boy jogs out and sees the old pickup truck waiting for him, completely with his dad sitting at the driver’s seat, wearing a black and red plaid button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as evident of the arm hanging lazily out the window. He trots over to the vehicle and climbs in next to his muscular father. 

“There you are.”

“Hey Dad.”

“So what did you go over in extra credit?” Grant asks as he turns on the truck.

“Just our homework and tests from a month ago.” Toby answered, “It was real boring.”

“I don’t care, it’s good for you. I’m glad I took your teacher on his offer.” The farmer horse tells him as they drive away.

“But my grades are fiiiiine.” Toby whines.

“Well, they could be finer.”

“Ugh.” Toby scowled lowly while they go on the drive. After a moment of browsing the clouds, the kid’s ears suddenly perked when they pulled into the park’s drive area. He totally forgot! “Hey Dad?” He says as he turns to the adult horse, “What’s a cornhole?”

Just when Grant removed his keys from the ignition, he froze. His eyes blink as they almost instantly turn into white and pink rings emanating from his pupils. Toby’s eyes widen a bit from the sudden shift of his parent.

“Uhhhhh Dad?”

“Uhhhhh… Dad?” The mindless horse repeats as he tilts his head, still looking straight ahead. 

Another weird thought occurs to Toby. Some bizarre notion that floats to the top of his mind, “Daaad? Hellooooo?”

“Ah…” The pink and white swirls fade out, normalizing until Grant’s eyes revert to normal.

-Once upon an open-house just last week…-

“Hmhmhm~” The elephant chuckled at a half naked colt standing on one of the desks. Toby stands there with his hands on his hips, his black and white swirling eyes staring into space while his mouth is ajar. With his green T-shirt still on, the boy’s shorts are pooled around his hooves on the desk’s surface, as are his underwear.

“My my,” Mr August muses as he rolls those sizable orbs in his palm, “You are fairly big for your age. I suppose all horses are like this.”

Just then, the door opens, and in walks Grant holding a blue backpack, “Mr August, I wanted to ask you about Toby’s-” He stops and drops the pack. His eyes bolt wide open as he sees his son – HIS SON! Standing on a desk with his pants down??! And his teacher, touching him?! “TOBY!” 

“Ah!” Mr August gasps as the stallion suddenly charges in and tackles the elephant, “ARGH!”   “You sick son of a bitch!!” Grant shouted at the fat pachyderm, “I’m gonna freaking-”

“Stop!” Mr August commands as he whips something out of his pocket.

FLASH

“Ah!” Grant covers his eyes when a blinding light removes his sight, “What the hell?!” The grown up staggers as his mind starts to feel rushed. His eyelids clench and blink repeatedly.

FLASH  “Wha!” The stallion staggers again, seeing another bright explosion of light, but this time, he isn’t shocked by it. His eyes open a bit more, seeing bright gleams of white in all of his surroundings, effecting his immediate memory – what was he so angry about again? Why is there a big chubby elephant blur on the floor? Why is everything so weird?  FLASH  “Ah!” Grant is greeted with the light again, and this time, his senses are completely open…

Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic

“Concentrate, Grant…” Comes a deep voice from nowhere, “The only thing in front of you… Is the sound…”  Among the sheer white, grey, and randomness, there is a round, shiny yellow object to behold in front of him. It makes constant ticking sounds as the horse’s entire world centers entirely on the gleaming brass in front of him.

“Uhhhhh…” Grant’s eyes recover from the flashes. Just after the pupils settle down in his brown irises, glowing white and black lines start to spin into a vortex on either eye. The father’s beefy arms soon flop on either side of him as he gazes into the ticking time piece.   “Well.” Mr August says as he claps the watch shut, “That was a close call. I HATE it when people burst in unannounced.” He frowned at the entranced horse. “Before I continue, I think I want to teach you a little lesson…”  -A Few Minutes Later-

SNAP

Grant’s eyes blink open. The world is back to normal again. “What… I… What was… Toby!!” He jerked his head and gapped as he sees his son standing on the desk with his pants and underwear at his ankles, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I should think he is presenting me with his boyhood.” Mr August answered. Grant glares at the elephant immediately.

“You! What are you doing with my son?!” The horse demanded with a pointed finger.

“Hypnotizing him, of course.” Mr August says with a knowing chuckle, “I thought I wanted to see for myself if all horses are well endowed.”  “Are you serious?!” Grants strains with anger. “Are you molesting my SON?!”   “I was.” Mr August said, “But you interrupted me. So you have to learn a few manners.”  “You fucking…” Grant took one step, but immediately noticed something is off… His hand goes to his abs, and then his chest, feeling his own brown pelt, “Wha??” He looks down and gasps as he sees his clothing have vanished! All he is wearing is some tight vivid blue briefs with white seams and waistband. “WhAT the HEll?!” He jumbles and covers himself, “Where the hell are my clothes?!”

“You came in like that.” Mr August snickers, “Just strode in here in nothing but your underpants.”  “Bullshit, you you you,” The equine stammered, his face hot right rage and embarrassment, “You’re molesting my child and now… WHAT are you doing??”  “I hypnotized your son, and then I hypnotized you.” The elephant answered, plain and simple.”  “That’s freaking impossible! I just got here, there wouldn’t have been time to put me under even if it were true!”  “It is true, and I can prove it to you.” Mr August pressed.

“You are going to,” The Adonis of a stallion comes striding at the elephant, tensing his arm up to give that filthy pachyderm a solid punch in the mouth!

“Circus.” Mr August said. The nearly nude horse immediately stops in his tracks and lets his arms down, his eyes a pair of infinite vortexes again. “Now, Grant.” The elephant starts, “When next you awaken, you are going to think the only way to stop me is to hump my leg like a dog. In order to save your boy from my filthy hands is to treat my leg like a bitch in heat.” He instructed the brainless parent, “Furthermore, every time I pat you on the head, you will get more and more enthralled with acting like a dog, until I snap my fingers once.”

“Next, I have a few other ideas. When you hear me say the word ‘cops’, you will start to instinctually grind your buttocks into my lap, and then start to talk about your rump.”  “Now, wake.”   SNAP  Grant blinks awake, and his face regained its look of sheer outrage, “I’m warning you right now, you monster.” The horse shakes with wrath before he points a finger at his hypnotized boy, “You let my son outta of this. I’m not letting you get away with this, you hear me?!”

“Look, Grant.” The elephant grins as he pats the horse’s cheek, further burning the horse’s anger, “I can do what I want to your son. He is in my class, I grade his tests, and I can make him do a strip tease with a clap of my hands. Heck, I might even have you do a number with him.”  “You freaking PSYCHO!” The horse bellowed before his hands grab onto the elephant’s waist. Mr August gasps and stumbled a bit, fearing that Grant might actually start to thrash him.

However, the muscular horse squats halfway down and shoves his crotch into Mr August’s shin.

“You’re going to rot for freaking decades for this, you sick freak!” Grant declared while he drives his bulge up the elephant’s pantleg. His fingers grasp onto the elephant as he pivots his hips and rolls his firm thighs on either side of Mr August’s leg.

“I sure I am.” The elephant answers as the stallion faps his package onto him, “Meanwhile, I’ll be thinking about all the other boys who frequent my class.”  “FFFSSSHHyou’re a freaking monster!” Grant fumes as his pelvis goes to down on that shin. His muscular buttcheeks bounce and clench in his vivid blue undies while ‘attacking’ the villainous pachyderm.

“It’s not like I actually hurt anyone, Grant.” Mr August says as he raises his arm and gives the equine a single pat on his head, “I just have my fun, that’s all.”  “OHHH you want to talk about FUN?” Grant huffs with a grin and angrily determined eyes. His nostrils snort as he stops humping for a moment to position his legs better and start to mount the teacher’s limb again, “You’re gonna have LOTS of fun when you’re getting your filthy ass raped in jail!”

“You don’t say?” Mr August chuckles as he sees the confident smile on the horse’s face – the hapless stallion actually think he’s got him. Mr August gives another pat on Grant’s head.

“Roof! Hahh!” The horse pants with energy as he continues to jump his bulge up and down on the elephant’s leg, “Hah, hah, hah, I have ya now, you jerk!” He pants, his pecs jumping up and down from his vigorous momentum, “I’m gonna get my son out of this, and I’m going to make sure you get arrested!”  “Are you now?” The elephant grins, “You’re going to do a good job?”  “OOOOOooh yeah, I’m gonna do a VERY good job!” The horse taunts at him as he humps continuously, “I’m gonna be a good boy and turn you in!”  “A good boy, you say?” Mr August inquires before raising a hand and giving another pat on the head.  “WOOF! Yeah!” The stallion’s eyes brighten from his determination while his grin of victory shifted into a goofy smile as he beams at the elephant, “I’m a REAL good boy! Yup! Yup!” His hips continue to shoot up and down, his legs crouching and hugging the leg as he starts to enjoy the ride.

“Hah hah, yes,” Mr August sneers at the angry parent turned playful, “I’m sorry, I forget,” He chuckles as he raises his hand. This time, Grant’s eyes dart to that palm, as he’s waiting for it this time, “Who is a good boy?” Mr August’s hand once more lands on that head.

“Worf! Woof!” The horse barks, his big equine tongue flopping right out and beams brightly at the fat stud in front of him, “Hegh-hegh-hegh-hegh!” He pants openly as he humps the elephants leg. “I’mma good boy! I’m a goodest boy!” 

“Hahah, very good, Grant.” The elephant commends. He claps his hands once, and Grant’s ears shoot up. His tongue slurps back into his mouth and he dismounts Mr August’s leg. The very muscular horse then whips around, and sits his butt down on the floor, his hands down and his legs squatting down. 

“Very good, Grant!” The elephant praises as at him.

“Ruff!” The horse barks again, his tongue again dangling out and panting like a real dog. With his tail long and brush-like, Grant instead starts to wiggle his ass behind him. “I like being a good boy! I AM a good boy! WOOF!”   “Yes, very good, Grant. Let’s see a few tricks.”  “RRRruff!” The horse barked happily as he stands right up. His butt twerks left and right as his hands grasp his knees, his tongue wobbling freely from his mouth.  “Beg boy.” The elephant prompted.

Grant limbs his hands up and positions his arms to dangle his ‘paws’ before his chest, and enlarges his lower lip and gives the elephant some tragic eyes, “Mmmff… Mmmff… Mmmmmmhhh…” He whines sadly.

“Good boy.” The elephant tells him. The horse smiles and pants, his hands holding his legs as he awaits his next order. “Speak, boy.”  “HELLOOOOOOO!” The horse called out.

“Good boy.” The elephant chuckled. “Roll over now.”  “Woof, yeah yeah yeah!” The adult horse flops to the carpet and rolls himself around, and then his body rolls the opposite direction, and then jumps right back on his feet. It is then that his lock on target of a glorious lime green sphere with curve white lines. His head nods up and down as his gaze positions his face in the direction of the divine orb levitating up and dropping back down onto the elephant’s fingers.

“Wanna fetch, boy?”  “YES! Yesyesyesyesyes!” The horse jitters over to the elephant, almost jumping in sheer joy. “Throwtheball! Throwtheball! Throwtheball!”  “HAH!” The elephant winds his arm back and thrusts it towards the door. Grant bolts in the specified direction, slamming his hands on the wall when his simplified mind has instantly concluded that the ball was not released. The stallion whirls around and goes for the elephant.

“BALL! Gimmetheball! Throwtheball! Ballballballballball!”  “Go on!” The elephant once again throws a faux. The equine’s gullible mindset had him chasing a false alarm, but turns around just as the teacher opens the window. Grant shakes his bubble butt as his eyes go to that elusive felt comet in the elephant’s hand, completely ignoring the wicked sneer in Mr August’s face.

“Fetch.” The elephant then winds his arm up and launches the ball right out the window!  “ARF!!!” The horse shoots right after it! His hooves clack on the windowsill and leaps him into the air! The ball bounds once just as the horse’s hooves sink into the grass. His powerful legs sprint him forward to the tennis ball, his bulge bouncing tightly between his thighs, his bare pecs flexing and jumping on his chest, his abs fully tight, his buttocks clenched in his form, and his arms and legs locked with intensity as he rockets for the glorious ball.

The ball bounces far from him and rolls forth, and the stallion makes an Olympic dive to the finish! Head first, the horse aims his face to the ball, only to miss it by mere inches! His athletic front slides on the grass before he grunts and growls, scrambling until his massive teeth open and chomp on the ball!  “WRRRRRB!” The horse woops as he leaps up, bounding on his hooves and shooting both fists into the sky! His teeth grin largely as he rolls his hips for a victory dance, his arms pumping with vigor, saluting to the occasional parent walking with their kids as they pass by. Why are they giving him those weird looks? He just caught the ball! Do they not realize what a big deal this is?? In his mouth is a trophy to dwarf all champions!

“Graaant!”   “Aruuff?” The horse-dog looked curiously and then grins his smug happiness before trotting forth. The muscles all over his body wobble and bounce as he jogs leisurely to the window, giving a mother a sly look on the way, or giving another dad a couple of finger-guns as he goes, trotting in his underwear like it’s entirely normal.

Grant hops onto the windowsill and climbs into the classroom for the waiting teacher, “Good boy, Grant.” Mr August pats his shoulder.

“OrrrRUFF!” The horse barked around the ball. His eyes then dart to the elephant’s hand as it goes for the ball. Grant’s teeth bore hard on the ball, his eyes narrowing threateningly as those fingers grasp onto it. “Rrrrrrr!”  “Come now, Grant.” Mr August snickered, “Give me the ball.”  “GRRRRR! NORRRRR!” The horse growls loudly as he tosses his head and yanks the ball with his teeth, “Dish ish MY bawl! MUY BAWL!”  “Come on, boy, hahaha” The elephant laughs as he pulls back, “Give it back, come now.”  “RRRHHH! Grrrhhhh! RRRHHHHHH!” Grant snarls and growls as he wrestles for the ball, ignoring his beefy arms as he focuses his attention to his jaw strength. 

“Hahahaha, I know what will help.” The elephant chuckles. His other hand reaches down and starts to grope the stallion’s package.  “Bork?” The equine lets go of the ball and looks down. “Oooooh hah hah hah,” This tongue flops out as he looks at that those thick fingers tickling and fondling his pouch.  “Dogs like bellyrubs, don’t they? Hahahaha” The pachyderm teases as he taps and bounces the bulge around. His fingers then go and start to scratch at Grant’s abs.

“OOooohhhh hah-hah-hah-hah-hah.” Grant pants loudly as his puts his hands on his hips and rolls his head back, “Ohhhhhhh yyyyeeeeaaaaahhhhhh.” The equine moans with relaxation. 

“That’s a good boy.” The elephant chuckles as he rubs his palm in circles around those rippling abs. The horse’s left hoof starts to flex up and then clops softly down. His knee picks up and bounds again as his thigh starts to jitter up and down as his hands drop down.  “Haaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” The horse drones with a look of stupid bliss on his face as the bellyrubs start to zone him out, his left leg jumping up and down while he’s still standing up.   “Hey, Grant, look there.” The elephant says.

“Arf?” The horse then perks and looks to the teacher’s finger is pointing. A stoic horse boy, half naked from the waist down.   “It’s another puppy!” Mr August tells him, “Why don’t you go say hello?”  “Woof woof!” The horse smiles happily as he trots over to the standing kid. Grant hums as he trots around so that he sees behind the kid, his rump idly waving back and forth. He leans down and holds his knees while his muzzle is right in front of the boy’s adorable butt. Grant then pushes his round snout into the boy’s buttcheeks! “Nnnhhhhhh!” He sniffs, “Nnnfff nnff!” He nuzzles the kid’s soft cheeks and sniffing the clean behind.

SNAP

Grant blinks mid-sniff. What is he doing? Where is he? What’s going on? What’s on his face? He blinks a couple of times as he backs up and looks – he sees a pair of tan buns behind a small billow of tail. His eyes widen as he takes a step back and gaps, “WwAHHH! Ah!” He scrambles back, now seeing his son’s naked butt, where his mouth just was! “Toby! What did you-” His mind then reconnected back and his eyes go to the sleazy teacher laughing at him. “You sick bastard!!”

“I am sick? You are the one who is inspecting your child’s anus.”

“Yyyyoouuffff-” The horse strides over to the smug pachyderm.

“Freeze.” Mr August says. Grant instantly stops in his tracks. His eyes dart about, looking at the elephant, then glancing down and then to the side, “Unfreeze.”   “Ahh,” The stallion moves again, looking at his hands and then at Mr August, “What did you just do?”  “I hypnotized you. Just like I inducted Toby.” Mr August answers, “I’ve set a few safety measures in case you didn’t take it well. But you do believe me now, don’t you?”   “… No, nonononono, I’m not having this.” Grant says as he walks around and to the elephant. “You’re going to stop this nonsense, right now!”

“Circus.” 

The horse blinks and his eyes instantly go back into his trance, glassy eyed and mindless.

“Alright, Grant.” The elephant says as he cups one of those square-shaped pillow pecs on the horse’s chest, “We’re going to do something different… Every time you try to say anything that you think is wrong…”

…

SNAP

“Huh?” Grant blinks awake and looks to the side, over at Mr August, and then his son… Who is also blinking awake. “Toby!” The horse shouted.

“Ah, Dad??” The half naked colt jumps a little, “Dad, what-” His young eyes widen to see his father wearing some tight blue briefs, “Pffff hehehehehe, Daaaad! Where are your clothes?”  “I- Wha-” The stallion stammered as he looks at both his boy, his body, the disgusting teacher next to him, and then back to the boy, “Toby, so you’re awake??”  “Uhhhh… Yeah?” Toby said.

“Okay, Toby, let’s go, get dressed.” He takes a few steps.

“Huh? What do you mean?”  “Son, you’re not wearing any pants!”

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Toby inquired.

“Look down, Toby! You’re-” Then, Grant crosses his eyes. He moves his arm and stuck out his index finger and moves his erect digit up to his thick, wet lips and starts to rapidly bounce them! “BIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIB!” 
 “Hehehehehe” Toby giggles as his father blubbers like a very silly cartoon.

“What the heck??” Grant stops his mouth gesture and looks at his hand. Why did he just do that, “Toby, just take a look! You’re not wearing any BIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIB!” His finger once again convulsively jiggles his lips while sputtering goofily while his eyes point right at the center of his nose.

“Hahahahahaha!” The young stallion laughed. “Dad you’re acting all weird!”  “I…” Grant looks to the elephant, “What is going on here?!”  “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” The elephant grinned. Grant feels a flare of fury rise in his face.

“You son of a- HEEHAAAAW!” Grant’s hands slapped onto his mouth, his eyes wide with shock. 

“Hahahahaha, Dad you’re so funny!” Toby laughs out loud while Grant’s eyes pierced at the elephant for answers.

“Now we can’t have a handsome stallion like you spouting off swear words, Grant.” Mr August wags a finger, “Only uncouth donkeys would resort to vulgarity.”  “Vulgarity?! You’re the one who-” Once more, Grant’s eyes cross comically and his finger goes to jumble his lips, “BIBIBIBIBIBIBIBI!”  “Hahah, Dad, why do you keep doing that??” Toby giggles harshly while Mr August approaches the bewildered horse.

“Because your father doesn’t know what he’s saying.” The teacher chuckles, “When someone doesn’t know what they’re talking about, they end up making themselves look like uneducated fools.”  “Don’t touch me, you bastaaaHEEEHAAAAW!” The stallion brayed out loud. 

“Dad, seriously,” Toby scoffed, “You never make that sound. What’s up?”  “Okay, listen, son.” He holds out his hand, trying to quickly assess his situation. If he tries to say what Mr August has done to Toby, he starts blabbering like a cartoon. If he says any cusswords, he’ll blurt out a donkey noise. So how is he going to get Toby and him out of this mess?? “Your teacher is uh… Really bad guy.”  “What?” Toby blinked at the statement, “What do you mean, Mr August hasn’t done anything.”  “Hoh hoh yes he has!” The frustrated parent nods, “He… I’ll explain later.”

“No you won’t.” Mr August says, “Freeze.” Grant stops moving. His eyes widen a bit as he looks around. His muscles don’t respond at all to walking to his son. He’s stands motionless in place.

“Uhhhh Dad?” Toby tilted his head.

“You see, Toby,” Mr August says as he goes to the colt and puts a hand on his shoulder, “Your father and I made a bet to see if I can hypnotize him – it’s my first time, you see.” He explains to the curious lad. “And he said that if I can hypnotize him, I can mess with him a little. If not, then I would have to pay him $50. And as you can see.” He holds his hand open to the nearly naked stallion, “Looks like your father won’t be getting the money.”  “Mmmm! Mmmm!” Grant grunts loudly as his body quirks a bit as he tries so hard to break out of the paralysis. “MMGGHHH!”  “Is he gonna be ok?” Toby asked.

“Of course, he’s fine. Watch this.” Mr August stands back up and faces the horse, “Unfreeze, and do the bongo.” 

Grant immediately moves, “Toby, you-” Before he could talk, the horse would then turn himself around so his backside is shown to the other two. He leans forward and moves his hands backward before his left hand spanked his own rump!   SPANK!  His right hand then moved and spanked his other cheek!  SPANK!  SPANK, SPANK! SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK! His left and right hands alternated to slapping either cheek, right before they simultaneously spanked both buns clad in blue underwear.
 “Errff! Enngh! Ahhh!” Grant grunts in pain as he convulsively spanks himself for his son’s entertainment.
 “Hehehehehe, wow, so he’s like really hypnotized??” Toby asked.

“Of course he is.”  “Toby!” Grant turns right around and pointed his finger at the elephant, right before taking that finger and puts it to his heavy lips for the loud waggle and eye-cross gaze “BIIIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBI!”

“Why does he keep doing that?” Toby snickered.  “It’s called a post-hypnotic suggestion.” Mr August says, “Every time he’s about to talk about hypnosis, he does that with his mouth.”

“Toby, he’s lying for God’s sake!” The exasperated horse throws his arms out, “He’s BIBIBIBIBIBIBI!” He goes off again.

“Hehehehehe, did you tell him to do anything else??” Toby asked, now just fascinated.   “Of course.” The elephant grinned.

“Uh-oh…” Grant mumbled as his ears drooped pathetically.

“Say, Toby.” Mr August says as he takes out a pencil from his pocket, “What color would you say this pencil is?”  “Uh… Yellow, Mr August.” The boy says.  Grant irks before crosses his eyes ridiculously again – only this time, they’re staying that way. “Oo, hoo hoo hoo!” The stallion slouches as he hangs his beefy arms around, pucking his large lips and ooking like a monkey, “Oo oo oAH AH AH!”  “Hahahaha cooool!” Toby awes.

“Hoo hoo haah haa!” The horse’s strong hands scratches at his armpits as he squats his posture.

“Hahahah, this is awesome!” Toby laughs, “I always wondered what it’d be like to have a monkey!”  Inside the parent’s mind, Grant fights as hard as he can to stop from clenching his fists and then punching his pecs. “AaaaAAAAaaaAAAaahhhhhhh!” The adult yowls out like George Of The Jungle. “Hoo hoo HOO!”   ‘Dammit, why am I doing this?! I can’t stop at all!’ Grant things as he squats and scratches his buttcrack, dawning a very stupid grin for his son’s amusement.

“So wait, did I make him do that?” The kid asked.

“Yes. You see, your father acts a certain way when he hears a specific word – this is called a trigger. For example, when your father hears the word ‘yellow’, he starts acting like a monkey.”

“HooOOooOOOHAWHA” Grant ooks and hops as his eyes remain crossed, unable to stop while one hand scratches his balls and the other hand scratches an armpit.

“So if I say another word, he’ll do something else?” Toby asked.

“More or less.” Mr August says, “Care to take a guess?”  “Uuummmm…” Toby thought, giggling at the goofy display his nearly nude dad is giving. “Chicken!” He blurted. Alas, to no avail, as his dad just keeps scratching himself, “Awwww, you didn’t make him go chicken and stuff?”  “That is a bit cliché, don’t you think?” Mr August says. 

Suddenly, Grant felt himself able to move. His eyes uncross as he stands ready, “I-I’m back, it’s stopped.”  “Huh? Ohhhhhh” Toby whined, “But you were real good monkey!”

“No, that’s enough. You need to pee your pants.” Grant tells him. 

“PFFFF hahaha, what??”  “I’m serious, bud,” Grant says as he strides over and pick up the boy’s backpack, “You need to pee your pants, you need to pee your pants, and you need to pee your pants.”

“Hahahahahaha!” Toby laughs out loud at his confused parent.

“Mr August!” Grant galres at you, “You need to stop this and pee your pants!” 

“Hahahaha, I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.” Mr August says with a grin, “I have no intention of wetting myself.”  “What are you talking about?!” Grant demanded, “You’re the one that you need to pee your pants!”  “Hahahaha, is this another trigger thing?” Toby asked.

“Yes. At the word ‘cliché’, your father compulsively says that one statement.”  “Alright, lets go. You need to pee your pants, young man.” Grant says as he attempts to get his son to cooperate.

“Daaad, no! This is fun!” Toby whined. “Bongo!”

“Wha-ah,” The stallion found himself moving his legs to turn his back to his son and the teacher. He bends over and primes his arms before delivering a SPANK onto one cheek, and then another SPANK to the other. “Ow! Ah! Oof!” 

SPANK, SPANK! SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK! 

The adult horse spanks himself in alternating patterns until he was able to stop.

“Hahahaha, you learn quick, Toby. Well done.” The elephant admires.

“Toby, that’s enough, we need to just head home.” Grant says.

“But Daaaaad!”  “No buts!” The adult tells him, “You understand me??”  “Oh come now.” Mr August smirks, “No need to be such a party-pooper.”  “You guh-…” Grant gaps mid-sentence. “A-Ahh! What the ffff,” He grabs at his abs, panting and groaning painfully, “What did you do to me?!”

“Dad??” Toby asked, “A-Are you okay??”  “I cah, I goh, AHHH!” Grant yanked one leg up and clenched his eyes shut, “FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUHHH”
 Toby then looked at his dad’s rear area and widened his eyes. As Grant yowled and moaned, his briefs developed a growing mound from his behind.

“Jesus Christ, what did you do?!” Grant wails with panicked eyes at the teacher. “EEEAAAHHHHHH!” Before long, Grant’s underwear formed a perfectly round bulge that drooped with a ‘pop’. Grant clops his hoof down, panting deeply and groaning as he feels the added sag on his rump.
 “Oh my gosh, Dad, did you just…” Toby looked at his father, then at the sphere hanging in his drawers, and then back at his parent’s sweaty face.
 “Not quite.” Mr August chuckled as he goes to the labored horse and opened his underpants. He picked up a perfectly clean softball and tossed it up a few times. “At the word ‘party-pooper’, your father was to push out anything that might be up his behind.”  “Pffff! Hahahaha,” Toby giggled.

“Wha… How… What…” Grant panted, “I didn’t even feel that until now, you sick freak…”

“Hypnosis can do a lot of things, sir.” Mr August tells him. “For example: Assume the sumo position, and get ready for the feather.”  As if his limbs are being pulled my strings, Grant finds himself widening his legs to where he’s in a half-squat, with his hands grasping his knees.

“Oh, now what?” Toby asked curiously.

“Toby!” The horse calls out, “You need to get away from him,” Finally, a breakthrough! “And tickle me! A-Ahh…” The horse gapped at his last statement.

“Huh?” Toby’s ears quirked.

“You heard him, lad.” The elephant chuckled as he pats the boy’s back, “Go on.”   Toby looks from Mr August and then to his father, and grins as he snickers mischievously. “He he he…”  “Uuhhh, Toby, no!” The horse frets as his little boy comes to him, “This is serious now! You need to listen up!” Grant’s face goes hot. He feels so exposed in front of his son – who is still wearing nothing from the waist down! His balls and his sheath are showing! Does he REALLY not notice anything?!  “Ready! Aaaaaand!” Toby then wiggles his fingers before he puts them on either one of Grant’s thighs! “Tick-tick-tick-tick-tickle!”   “Toby, stop!” Grant jerks and squirms as the boy’s fingers start dancing in his inner thighs, dangerously close to his genitals contained in a sizable pouch. “T-T-Toh-ho-by!” Grant scoffed.

“Hehehehehehe!” Toby tickled his father’s thighs with scraping his small fingertips into his sensitive areas.  “Toh-hahahaby! Toh-hohhahaahah Toby!” Grant fights his forced laugh as his muscles flex and tense from the boy’s invasive tickling. “Stop it! Stoahahahahah!” 

“Hmhmhmhm” The elephant watches with relish as he sees the helpless parent tickled by his son. 
 “How’s that, Dad.” Toby smirked at him as he takes a pause. 

“Toh… Toby.” Grant pants, “Look, I’m tired of playing games here.”  “Of course you are, sir.” Mr August says. Grant looks and frowns at the teacher. He does not like that new smug look on the elephant…   “Listen, before you do anything else-”

“Yes, I know, I have been rude.” Mr August says, “How about you… Take a load off?”

Another trigger phrase. “A-Ah, wait,” Grant finds himself stand up and tucks his thumbs into his underwear, “NO! No no no-”

“Dad???” Toby irked as he watches his father bend over and pull down his briefs! The boy’s jaw drops as he sees Grant’s heavy balls dangle below a thick sheath, “DAD!” The colt covers his eyes in shock.

“Bud, it’s not me!” Grant tells him, now completely naked, “It’s BIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBI!” The horse crosses his eyes and jiggle his lips again.

“Dad, okay, I get it!” Toby says, “Just put your pants back on!”
 “I c-” Grant’s body then turns around and grabs a near by chair. Against his will, the stallion parks his rump down on it, and spreads his legs wide open.
 “Dad, what are you doing now?!”  “Your father is just getting ready for the show.”  “Show??” Toby turned around at his teacher. “Mr August, this is getting weird.”  “I know it is… Little Popper.”

Toby’s back then erected as his eyes glazed over. The kid then downs a cute and happy smile with bright eyes.  “Toby?” Grant asked, noting his son’s sudden silence, “Toby, you,” The boy then turned around and faced the overweight elephant, “Toby, are you listening to me??”

“He can’t hear you.” Mr August says as he unbuttons his shirt. The nude horse shoots a glare at the pachyderm, “Right now, he’s just a happy-go-lucky sex toy.”  “Don’t you talk about my son like that you sick f-HEEHAAAAWWW!” Grant yowled out. He growls in frustration at his own powerlessness – his legs won’t move now that he’s seated.

“Tell me, sir.” Mr August says as he opens his shirt and lets it fall, showing off his fat gut and his thick pecs, “Are you familiar with the word ‘cuckhold’?”  “No, I’m not.” The horse glared, “And when are you going to stop this bull-HEEHAAWWWWWW! Aghem! Agh…” He cleared his throat.

“The term ‘cuckhold’, derives from the scenario in which one person watches their husband or wife have sexual relations with another person.” Mr August explains as he opens his pants and pulls them down, showing some rather thick and impressive muscular legs, “Usually, it’s between a couple.”  “What are you getting at…” Grant narrows his eyes. Now only clad in his own boxershorts, the elephant walks to the stallion, his gut and powerful manboobs wobbling gently with each step. Mr August then squats down and meets Grant eye-to-eye.

“You are gonna get horny and wild from watching your son have his way with me.”

Grant’s eyes widen as his chest bursts with rage “HEEHAAAAWW! HEEHAAAAWW!” Grant brayed furiously, “HEEHAAAAAW!” His face goes red with outrage as he elephant teased him, “HEEHAAAW!”

“Oh of course, we don’t have enough time for anything too much – either for him to plow my rump or for me to mount his small bottom.” Mr August says as he stands back up and strips his shorts off – showing a grey penis with a dark pink head, as thick as a beer can and sporting a chubby with a pair of heavy nuts coated with coarse black hair. 

“HEEHAAA- uullmp!” The stallion irks as his mouth is stuffed with the teacher’s undergarment.

“Quiet down. If you keep braying like that, someone might come in. Besides, I’m only having your son fool around with me, that’s all.”  “Mmm! Mmmfff! Pmmffhhh!” Grant ranted, his lips and tongue muffled by the musky underwear.

“Before long, instead of yelling at me, you’re going to be thanking me for making your boy get weird and naughty with me.” Mr August says as he takes his phone from his discarded pants. 

“Pweh!” Grant spat out the boxers, his beefy arms hanging on either side of him, as they too are paralyzed, “I’m not gonna-”

Mr August goes to a playlist on his phone and taps ‘play’. Immediately, the melody of ‘Thong Song’ started playing at a low volume. Grant’s face immediately shifts – from out of his mind angry to befuddled confusion. 

“My phone has been built in a very specific way, you see.” Mr August says as he holds it, “Whenever I play music from it, anyone who can hear it becomes as sexually deviant and naughty as I am. With variant results, of course.” The elephant grins as he looks to the equine, who looks like he’s still trying to figure out what’s going on, “How do you feel, Grant?”  “Like uh…” The stallion looks at the nude pachyderm, “WhhooOOOOAA you look spectacular naked.”

“Hahahaha, thank you. Do you notice that you are all naturel as well?”  “Huh?” Grant looks down and gasps and looks back up at him, “Oh my God, I AM!” 

“Hahahaha, yes. Now, how about this?” Mr August says, “What if your son were to start licking my fat and hairy balls?”  “Oh my god, please, I wanna see that!” Grant playfully begs, “I wanna… Oh, Toby!” The horse calls out to his grinning boy, “Go and lick your teachers balls! Go ahead!” Toby remains motionless, still smiling like he’s daydreaming. “What are you waiting for??” Grant asked hastily, “Your teacher’s balls are RIGHT. THERE. Don’t you wanna lick’em??”  “Hmhmhm, you want to see your own son orally satisfy a filthy and perverted adult?” Mr August asks smugly, “I remembered you wanted to smash my skull just from looking at your child’s genitals.”  “I-I changed my mind! I wanna see it!” Grant says eagerly, “I wanna see my son play with your nuts! I’m guh…” He blinks and looks down. His sheath is moving… It’s growing? “Uh… What’s going on?”  “Er…” Mr August pauses while the next song on the playlist, ‘I Like To Move It’ plays subtly. The individual songs themselves hold no specific commands, but Grant’s reaction to looking at his own crotch is slightly strange.

“Ooh, it’s getting bigger.” Grant observed as his leathery sheath balloons before his eyes, the thick slit gradually opening on its own.

“Well, results do vary…” The elephant says as he looks at the special speaker on his phone, “I need to have my colleague take another look at this thing.”

“Hey! Look at my thing!” Grant says stupidly.

“Agh… Anyway…” Mr August puts his phone on a desk and then stands next to the boy. “Now Toby,” Mr August says as he puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Until I say otherwise, you are addicted to tasting my testicles.”  “Oh yeah, yes!” Grant says. Toby then turns to the naked elephant and puts his nose into that hairy sac “Oh yeah, boy, sniff those balls, sniff’em for daddy!” He chuckles, his sheath fattened to its limit before his member pushes out for a breath of fresh air.  “Here, let me help you.” Mr August says as he widens his stance, letting his low-hanging spheres dangle below.   “Damn, those are some salty nuts…” Grant huffs. Toby then nudges those balls with his muzzle before he lets his tongue out and licks them. “Mmmhhhh, good boooooiiiii,” Grant nickered. Toby cups Mr August’s sac with both hands and started to lick and slurp them.

“Ooh, hahh, ohhh” The elephant moaned and sighed, his free-hanging member stiffening up, “So what do you think, Grant?” Mr August asks, “Do you think it’s okay for your underage son to dine on my scrotum?”  “More than okay!” Grant nods, “I’m getting randy just watching!”  “So you do not wish to call the authorities on me.” Mr August says, “Even if I were to do this?” Mr August holds his fingers up and SNAPPED his fingers. Toby turns his happy smile to his dad.

“I want you to tickle my butthole.”  “Oh Jesus…” Grant moans and quickers. His equine cock snaked out of his swollen sheath and is now resting on his thigh.

SNAP Mr August snapped again.

“I’m so horny, I wanna milk your nipples.”  “Oh God, keep doing that, Mr August.” Grant says as he rolls his rump on the seat.

“Certainly.” The teacher stands up straight and snapped his fingers again. SNAP.

“Having a big penis in my mouth is so yummy. Even a small pecker is delicious.” Toby recited.

“Haaahhhh” Grant moans as his semi-hard cock is already drooling.

SNAP  “When I grow up, I wanna wiggle my butt in your face until you kiss it.”  “Oh my God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Grant mused lustfully.

SNAP

“Can I have a dong in my butt? I want a big dong in my hole a lot.” 

“Of course you can, bud! How about a hundred dongs in your butt??” Grant’s long meat starts to rise as it thickens with arousal. 

“How about you put your mouth to better use, Toby?” Mr August says, “I want my loins to drip from your saliva.”  “Halllmm…” Toby turns back and starts to nuzzle into Mr August’s hairy patch again.   “Hoohhh… Hohh… Oh…” Grant blushes hard as he watches his half naked son kiss and lick Mr August’s member. His own shaft gradually stands on its own, rising and baking until it reaches full hardness.
 Toby slurps and licks around those coarse balls, his tongue dipping in and slobbering onto the left crevice of Mr August’s pelvis. The young equine snout shoves and licks the opposite nook of Mr August’s lap, going to loop to the balls and suckling on the lower hanging of the two.

“Oh this is awesome…” Grant marvels as the song ‘Jizz In My Pants’ plays in the background. “I wish I was him.”  “Hahaha, is that so?” Mr August raises a brow. “Toby, lay yourself flat on the floor.”  The boy obeys. He crouches down and lies on his back with his legs and arms placed neatly straight, still wearing a happy smile on his face. The elephant then goes on his knees and squats above the colt.

“Oh mama…” Grant drools as he sees the elephant’s massive ass descend upon the kid. Mr August then sits on Toby’s face, making that young muzzle ride into that hot crack.   “You would want to be like your son? A mindless little whore who cannot do anything but arouse and entice me?” SNAP  “Immm lobbing wooffffem berbbllb” Toby muffled.  “Yes, that sounds sexy as hell!”   “You’d really have this?” Mr August teases as he grinds his large rump into the kid, the horse boy smiling like an idiot as he feels the heavy rear warm him up. “Or do you just like seeing your son get used like a sex toy?”  “Oh it’s all so hot!” Grant says with zeal, his large dick throbbing and bobbing in the air. “M-Make him talk again!”   “Hmhmhm” Mr August gets up and stands with the boy on the floor. Holding up his fingers, he gives another loud SNAP.

“I wanna suck so many cocks until my belly is full.”  “MMMhhhhh.” Grant knickers heatedly as his pole goes rigid.

SNAP  “I like to play with my balls.”  “Nnngghhh!”

“Now, if you don’t mind.” Mr August sits his heavy behind on a desk, and hitches his leg up on another one, “Toby, I want you to suck my cock and make your father jealous.”  Toby does as he’s told. The boy gets up and approaches his sleazy teacher rubs his hands onto those thighs. “Oh that’s my boy…” Grant bites his lip as his son opens his mouth and takes in the thick mushroom head. “Mmmhhh” The adult’s meat reaches its total erection when the top of the tower flares to full size, just when the song ‘Big And Chunky’ started in the background.

“Mmhhhaaaaahh…” The elephant sighs as he enjoys Toby going down into his wiry patch of pubic hair, letting his rotund body breathe in the air. The boy’s mouth squelch wetly with his mouth full of meat as he bobs up and down.

“Mnnhh… Ohhhhh…” Grant squirms in his seat, growing more horny and sweaty as he sees his son go to town on that cock. The poor dad licks his muzzle as his arms and legs remain motionless, unable to grab his own rod for much-needed release. His long shaft jumps and jerks every few seconds as Toby’s drool soaks Mr August’s dick and coat those loose balls.

“You love this, don’t you, Grant?” Mr August sneers at the trembling parent, “Your little colt savoring my hot juices in front of you. Sucking my hard member like a whore in heat.”  “Ohhhh you sick, wonderful HEEHAAAW!” He brayed, chuckling sheepishly afterward. 
“And you.” The elephant nodded to him, “A strong, godly horse rendered into a helpless cuck. You’re so hopelessly envious of your son being allowed to suck a fat man’s cock.”  “Ohhhhh yeah I am, he’s so HEEHAAAWWW lucky…” Grant brayed in between his ogling. Toby’s mouth gulped and deep throats Mr August’s member and swallows globs of precum, his half-lidded eyes staring lazily into that hairy mound while his cheeks bulged with the enlarged head. “Awwwhh yeah, that’s hot… That’s right, bud, milk him for daddy…”

“Heh… Look at you.” Mr Augusts sneers as the horny stallion attempts to move, his dick jerking and shaking as his hips and head are the only things he can move, “Aroused beyond reason. I presume your wife never gave you such attention?”

“My wife is gone, cheated, she was doing a man just like you.” Grant says, “H-Haaeeeeehhhhh!” His cock melts with precum as he looks at the chuckling teacher, “Oh God, and now my son is doing just what she was! H-H-He’s a natural, H-HeeeEEEEEHaaaawwww!” 

“Indeed he is.” Mr August chuckles as he thrusts up, poking into Toby’s throat and goading his father on.

“O-Oh! Do that again!” Grant begged, “HEEEEHAAW him!”
 “Pardon?”  “F-Fuh- HEEHAAAW!” Grant involuntarily brayed.

“Spit it out.”  “Huh-Huh-Hump his face, like you would hump his HEEHAAAAW!”

“Hmhmhm, as you wish.” Mr August then shifts and stands up from the desk. Grant marveled at the stud of a pachyderm as his son still licks and slobbers all over the teacher’s crotch, “I’m almost finished anyway.”  “Yeah, yeah, do him, do him, I wanna wanna,”   Mr August then holds Toby’s head in place, and then shoves his squishy pelvis RIGHT into that colt’s face!  “Hohhhh!” The horse’s cock pours with pre as Toby stands there, his butt in full view hanging below his shirt, and his arms now doing nothing but stay at his sides while his head jerks back and forth. The boy’s glazed eyes don’t even blink or shift as his throat was jammed with that large cock over and over.

“Mnh! Mnh! Mnh!” Mr August thrusts his dick repeatedly into the colt’s muzzle, his balls swinging and slapping the boy’s neck and making the boy’s chin ooze copiously. The pachyderm’s herculean arms and legs tense and rumble under his grey hide, his pecs flexing with his movements while his big round belly wobbles and bounces from the force. “Your son really knows how to choke on meat, Grant.”  “Ohhhhh yeeeaaaahhhh!” Grant coos and drools as he watches the two of them go at it. Toby just standing there like nothing is happening, and Mr August pounding his mouth. By now, Grant’s thick, leathery balls are bathing in precum, those hot and heavy kiwis producing more and more fluids.

“Mnnh, mnnh, mnnh!” Mr Rufus fucks Toby’s mouth several more times, his body twitching a bit before he pulls back, “Toby, tickle my dick and then rub your tongue up and down on the underside…”  “Oh here it comes…!” Grant’s eyes glue to the sight. 

“Aaaahhhllllll…” Toby opens his mouth and dances the tip of his tongue on and around the cock’s glands and then started licking the underside.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm!” Mr August tenses as his hands grasp the boy’s shoulder. “HHHNNNNNAAAAHhhhhhhh!” He barely suppresses his elephant cry, his trunk erecting and almost blowing out a trumpet call. His thick rod spurts a long rope of white sperm that coats the top of Toby’s hair.

“Hoohhh!” Grant almost came right then and there, his throbbing and wild penis almost screaming to be touched. The next squirt of spunk hits Toby’s nose, and then another shot goes right over his head. The last load dribbles on the colt’s lips and tongue.

“Whhhew…” Mr August huffs with exertion, taking his semi-hard meat from the kid’s face and sitting back, “That was wonderful.”

“C-Can I cum too now??” Grant asked. Rufus turned and frowned at the paralyzed horse before walking to his pants and retrieving his brass pocketwatch. “P-Please, I need to pop so bad! I-I-I…” The needy equine looks up at the fat and sexy elephant, his spunk still dipping from his drooping member.

“No.” Rufus says, “You still need one more punishment.” He then holds the pocketwatch in front of Grant’s face.

The horse swallowed, somehow this notion making him even more randy, “Make it good.” He says. Mr Rufus then clicks the timepiece open, initiating the ticking to program the stallion’s mind.

Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic

“Tonight, at 12 O’clock,” Rufus tells the pleading farmer, “You will have the urge to go to your front door and stand outside and look at it. You will pull down your pajamas and masturbate for exactly 3 hours. All you are allowed to do with stroke your cock and play with your testicles. If you do not ejaculate within the 3 hour time frame, you will be unable to go back to bed until you cum. If you cum before the 3 hour time frame, you will keep playing with your balls until the time is up. That is all.”

Mr Rufus clicked the watch shut and sealed Grant’s fate for the night. The horse blinked a few times and shook his head. “A-A-Are you sure you can’t lemme…” 

“No. You will play with yourself as I have specified.” His eyes glance to the clock, and then double takes, “Oh my, we really do have to stop. Circus.”

At the mere mention of the word, both equines immediately fall into a trance. The parent and child’s eyes go into black and white spirals. 

“Stand at attention.” Mr August tells them. Grant stands up out of the seat while Toby walks around and stands next to his dad, both of them under the ultimate trance… With Grant’s manhood still standing like the school’s flagpole and Toby’s face still wearing a gooey white coat of semen. The pachyderm goes to his phone and turns off the music.

“Now.” Mr August begins after approaching the two, “When you both wake up, neither of you will remember what happened within the last…” He checks the clock again, remembering when he hypnotized Toby, “1 hour and 48 minutes. Toby, you will not remember me asking you to come see me in private. Grant, you will not remember walking in on me and Toby at all. Further more, all of the triggers and suggestions I haven given you this evening will henceforth be erased.” 
 Ever the perverted elephant, he looks Grant up and down at those athletic muscles, his packaged tucked into those tight brand new briefs. He chuckles to himself as he goes to the horse. “Grant. From now on, instead of boxer shorts, you will switch to Under-Loos briefs like these.” He instructed as he tugged at the underpants, “White seams with different colored fabric. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Grant droned, “Do not wear boxers… Under-Loos… Briefs…”

“Very good.” Mr August nods. “Furthermore… Oh wait.” The elephant dug into his pockets for a moment, “Where is it… I just had it… Ah, here…” Mr August takes out a very small device, a round metal tab with a button on it and a tiny lightbulb – this is the flash he used when Grant walked in on them. A single flash blinds the target with a huge light and scrambles their thinking. A few flashes makes anyone an easy target for hypnosis for quick situations like that. He unscrews the original lightbulb, and then replaces it with a pink one. He holds the device before the adult’s eyes and presses it. 
 “Oooohhhhhhh…” The black in Grant’s spiral eyes instantly turn pink as they continue to swirl. Post-hypnotic suggestions are one thing. But thorough brainwashing takes a lot more complexity and delicate touch…

“Now Grant…” The elephant begins, “Whenever you hear the word ‘cornhole’, in any situation… You become playfully sexual. You become flirtatious and very suggestive to any male you see. You will act and talk as immature and playfully as you would as a frat-house teenager. In this state, you will be aroused and randy from any and everyone for as long as this trigger will remain…” Which, as far as Mr August’s research suggests, lasts for about a couple of hours or so, give or take. “You will be as groovy and positive as a professional whore until this trigger wares off…”   Mr August releases the button, and the light turns off. Grant’s eyes remain pink and white for several seconds before the pink darkens back into black.

“Alright, I believe that is all the time we have.” Mr August says as he backs up. The pachyderm holds up his fingers to the two equines, and then…

SNAP
