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A horse is persuaded by his tiger and badger friends to climb into a 'sex doll' for some free nookie during sex ed. Contrived? potentially! But in he goes, and we all get to enjoy the results.", "writing": "DON’T BE A DUMMY\n\n-With love for Hooves by Charn (and friends)\n\nDarren was just heading back into the locker room when his two buddies caught up with him. The badger was excited, the tiger just smirking, as they filled the large boned shetland in on the details.\n\n“Cameron says that for the next twenty minutes the room will be completely empty. We could TOTALLY do this.” said the badger.\n\nThe drum pony’s pelt, now bared to the onlookers, seemed to be a riotous swirl of white and black patches vying for space on his muscular torso. It wasn’t so much toned as it was stocky. Thick. Sturdy. Right now he was brushing it with a stiff-bristled brush, scraping the sweat and dust from it. \n\n“Yeah? Dunno, it seems kind of, yanno, elaborate? Don’t you think they’ll notice?”\n\nThe tiger reached in and lifted the horse’s hose up. It was a long, flabby, thick thing, with pink and gray patches fighting on it just like the others did over the rest of his body. “I guarantee you, they won’t. We’ve done like a dozen checks.” the tiger reached underneath, and gave the horse’s heavy knockers a good knuckling. “Your dimensions fit perfectly. Mister Crawlings won’t notice, and the students, if they do, will think it’s Hot.”\n\nDarren groaned, tried to pull his hips back, but he knew the tiger could feel his hefty hose thicken between his fingers. He slapped the tiger’s paw away, and reached down, rubbing his black skinned nuts. To say they were fist sized would be misleading, because different sized furs had different sized fists. \n\nTo Darren, for example, his nuts actually -were- fist sized. Of course, he had short, stubby fingers, and when he clenched his hand into a fist, he could crush a lemon dry with it. However, to the tiger in front of him, who was more of a regular sized fellow, the horse’s testicles were, to put it gently, ‘a bit bigger’ than fist sized. To put it in perspective, the tiger had at one point managed to cram the horse’s scrotum into one of those brown paper lunch bags. The horse had just come from the shower, so they were loose and dangly enough for the feline to wrap the rough paper around them, but they had bulged it out with their virile volume. \n\n“So?” the badger’s voice ground Darren back to reality. “You gonna do it or not.”\n\nDarren looked between the two eager, hopeful expressions, and finally snickered. “Sure, why not. What’s the worst that could happen?”\n\nHe walked towards the Health Ed room, and Darren’s two friends grinned darkly to each other. The badger frowned, then, as the tiger started licking those groping fingers clean, and elbowed him in the side. “Dude, don’t be gay.”\n\nThe tiger wasn’t ‘being gay’, though. It was just a fact that Darren had a certain spicy musk to him that was hard to ignore. It was the reason why Darren was the captain of the polo team. The other players just couldn’t compete with his raw, smokey vitality. It was the reason why, save for this last week, he had bedded a different fellow every night since the spring semester started, and it was the reason why he had so easily discarded them afterwards. He would have been bedding down this week, too, if it hadn’t been for that nasty rumor about him having some sort of parasitic caterpillar in his balls. Pure Poppycock, all of it. Lastly, it was the reason that Darren was completely comfortable with his junk being handled. He was used to it. He had to be comfortable with it, because whether it be teammate, coach, study buddy, neighbor, or dude on the metro, the horse was gonna get handled. It was unavoidable.\n\nWhich is why the idea of climbing into the sex dummy suit was so appealing. \n\nHis too buds, “V” and “K”, followed him into the Health Ed room, where the training dummy was laid against the wall. On the chalkboard, in grand white flowing script, read “Tuesday: Riding The Cowboy”. Darren smiled, and clumped heavily to the dummy suit. \n\n“You think I’m gonna fit, honestly?” He drawled, skeptically.\n\n“Of course you were, we just gotta unstuff it first. Then you get in, we strap you up - so that your arms and legs don’t move around - and your junk hangs out.” \n\nThe tiger grunted as he pulled the dummy up a bit, leaning it against the wall. Reaching under, he pulled on the big tan colored scrotum underneath, stretching it painfully tight. Darren’s cock twitched, a long, slithering tightness sliding down it, making the cap plump. His ears flushed a bit red, but neither of the others seemed to notice. “We made sure that the sex dummy that got ordered was a horsey one, see?” he gestured to the head, which was horse-shaped, and then back to the plastic pouch in his paw. Firmly crushing one of the bubbles in his hand, the three watched as the faux-horsecock swelled with air from inside. Squeezing it rhythmically, the testicle acting as an air bladder, made the balloon tighten more and more. \n\nDarren’s dick swelled sympathetically, and he cleared his throat. “Okay, okay. I’ll just make sure I’m hard already when we start. How do I get in?”\n\nThe tiger laughed, squeezing the bulg a few more times and watching the horse’s long fucker throb with each crushing squeeze. He winked to the badger. “Right there on the back. Here I’ll help ya.” \n\nTogether the three males figured out how to open up the dummy suit, which, after removing the inner stuffing, which was mostly just plastic and fluff anyways, turned out to be a semi-cartilaginous shell. Darren wedged one long hoof down the smooth inner lining of one leg, and then the other. The badger pressed against his back, helping to pull the shoulders up over his own, as he tucked his snout into the head of the dummy. It was a tight fit, and Darren was glad that he was not prone to claustrophobia. There was even a mouth-guard, of sorts, a big rounded hunk of rubber. When he slipped it into his mouth he felt two plastic nozzles press into either nostril, and found that he could breath. Well that was a relief. He could feel the suit pulling tighter around his shoulders, against his back, the zipper curling it’s way decisively downwards. \n\nHe could feel the tiger playing with HIS junk, too, carving a hole in the back of the plastic pouch and replacing the two air-valves with his own fat nuggets. The balloon was slid down, with some difficulty, over the length of his by-now half hard cock. It had softened some what with all the maneuvering. The spongey length slowly oozed it’s way through it, re-filling the rubbery tube with it’s bulk until there was simply no more place for it to go, and it dangled down over his balls, half hard.\n\n“Okay, you’re all secured in. As long as you don’t make any noise, nobody’s gonna know there’s a horse in there, instead of a dummy. Or vice versa.” The two dudes snickered, and Darren felt his hands pulled up until they stuck out in front of him like a zombie. His knees were pushed apart, way out to the side. He tried to pull them back together, but something locked them into place like that, forcing him into a very open, but agressive stance. The thick plastic ‘chunks’ of the suit prevented him from moving very much, so that except for some arm waggling, he was kind of trapped in that one position. \n\n\tThe bell rang.\n\n\tThe horse hung, naked, strung up and bound inside that silly dummy as the class clambered into the room. He could hear the giggles and chuckles, and more than one brush against his dangling, rubber shrouded cock. Did they know?? If he was caught, he would surely be expelled, maybe even put in jail. It made that flexible prison around his dick stretch all the more, the wobbling loose length flexing in a slow lazy pulse. \n\n\t\n\n\t“Now, Class,” came a thick, deep voice. It was Mister Crawlings. Inside his opaque shell, the horse’s chest started to rise and lower, and he heard the teacher’s hooves thud slowly around him, standing behind him. “I don’t know which one of you thought it would be amusing to write ‘cowboy style’ on the board,” Darren could faintly hear the eraser scrubbing over the slate, “but sexual education is about a lot more than sexual positioning.”\n\n\t“Sorry, boss, I just thought it was fitting, what with the dummy being a horse and all.”\n\n\t“I’m sure you did. Does that mean you would be the first to volunteer to.. Ride the pony? Cowboy style, at that? I...” There was a pause in the voice of the teacher. “Hmm.”\n\n\tThe heavy, thick clops passed back around front of the blind, bound stallion, and he felt heat slide down along his pole, the brush solid - maybe the teacher’s shoulder. Then sliding back up as the teacher stood anew. “How unusual. It would seem our dummy here has lost some stuffing.” \n\n\tThumpathumpathumpa, the horse’s heart beat in his chest, as a paw began to poke and squeeze against his chest, arms, squeezing at his bound palms. “Where could this have slipped out from. Oh, yes.” He felt something slide against his lips, then, as the wad of stuffing was slowly pushed into the hole for his mouth. He had two options - let it slide in, or try to resist. Only one of those could end well for him. He chose the former, trying to open his jaws, his long snout slowly getting speared and penetrated by the thick, foamy, spongey piece of insulation. It had a funny taste to it, kind of salty, kind of chemical. He started to worry as it slid over his tongue, deeper into his long muzzle... would it get to his throat? Would he choke? He dared not bite down, but he buckled his tongue, squeezing the tip of that spongey foam as it squeezed closer and closer to the opening of his throat. He felt the tissue accordion, slightly, and then the tap of something against his lower tooth. \n\n\t“Well, that was a nice fit, wasn’t it? How interesting that was, finding a penis shaped bit of foam, just laying on the ground...” He felt warmth against the middle of his dick, and then felt it sliding it’s way up, flexing as the teacher - or someone else - lifted his heavy hose into the air. His breathing stopped all together, then, as the teacher gently wobbled his dick back and forth in the air. \n\n\t“I would almost say that it must have come from here, but obviously, this is very well stuffed already.”\n\n\tDarren’s tongue worked against the spongey foam in his mouth, tasting something else against that salty polystyrene. Bitter, musky. It tasted like dick, actually. Darren felt that thick log tighten the stretched rubber around it as he realized that the foam ‘dildo’ he was sucking on must have been rubbed against someone else’s dick. The greasy feeling along the wedge made him jerk slightly with the realization. It wasn’t just precum he tasted, it was smegma. This foam dick had been stuffed down a sheath. Or, given the different combination of flavors he felt, it had been in Several. \n\n\tHe knew his dick was getting hard in the teacher’s hand, even though there was ‘no reason’ for it to, and the warm hand slowly slid along it. Back, and forth, up and down, and he could feel that dull, distant heat slowly slide behind the pressure against his shaft. Shit, he was starting to throw wood.\n\n\t“Um, teacher, aren’t you gonna tell us what you’re doing?”\n\n\t“Oh. Yes, of course. As you can see, our ‘dummy’ has an erection.” That still wobbly shaft was bent at the base, upwards, being shown off. “And underneath, these are the testicles.” He bit into the foam as he felt one of his thick spuds grasped nonchalantly, firmly. \n\n“Now normally, you would want to be careful with these, as they are full of delicate nerves and are the sperm generators for any real male.” Those thick bands of heat - the teacher’s fingers - shifted into a better grip of the fat nut. “However, this is just a dummy, and the testicles are actually just air bladders that we are going to use to help pump his ‘cock’ into an erection. Don’t try this in real life!” \n\n\tThere was much laughter, all about, as those fingers clenched, squeezing the dummy’s air bladder. Darren nearly spit the foam out like a toy rocket as he felt those powerful fingers crush into his heavy coltmaker, his stomach clenching, his body spasming as they squeezed, and squeezed, and then HELD, with his latexed seedball bulging out between them obscenely.\n\n\t“As you can see,” Darren’s pain-speared mind could make out the words, as those fingers finally relaxed their hold on his aching nut. “A simple squeeze or two will help to inflate the erection up, so if for some reason it seems to be flagging, just give them a few squeezes and you’ll have him ready to ride.”\n\n\t“Yeah, teacher, but, ummm...” the uncomfortable-sounding voice took a second for the dizzy horse to make out. “What if there’s a horse like that who wants to, you know, and is all, you know, and you don’t WANT him to, you know?” \n\n\tIt was the tiger. what the hell was he doing? Stalling? Why?\n\n\t“You know, that’s an excellent point. And that’s actually one of the most important things you all need to learn about sex education. That is, you need to learn about the importance of the LACK of sex. And that’s exactly what I want to demonstrate with you, today.”\n\n\tMurmurs sprung up in all corners of the room, and Darrent tried to pull his legs down. The absence of sex? what was the point of having a dummy tied up in the corner of the room if you weren’t going to use it. He could hear the tk-tk-chhhhk of chalk on the board to his right and behind him. \n\n\t“No,” the teacher’s bass drawled comfortable to the right of him. “ Always means no. And if someone doesn’t understand that, you need to be able to explain it to them in a more in depth way. Which is why I’m going to show you how to defend yourself against an aroused, naked male, today.”\n\n\tThere were a few oohs, a few giggles, and a few suggestions thrown, mostly involving the application of tongue or paw. There were dismissed, apparently, as those clops came closer, around the front of the trapped horse. \n\n\t“Let’s say you went out on a date with this dummy, here. You went out, saw a movie, had some cheese fries at the diner, and now you’re standing naked in his bedroom. He’s in the bathroom. You made out with him, maybe you fondled him, maybe you even pulled him out of his football uniform and given him a slow, sloppy, teasing blow job in his car while he drove back to his place. Have you agreed to sex, though? No. So when he opens the door to the bathroom, and you see him - like this - aroused, hard, with that big weapon pointed at you, you have to act fast to preserve your modesty and your pride.”\n\n\tThe class murmured something, and Darren was sure he could pencils scratching at paper, but his head was spinning. The little prologue the teacher was telling sounded familiar. AWFULLY familiar. Why though? why? Had that happened to him? He racked his brain, trying to think.\n\n\t“First, do not say no. If you say no, they will think you mean yes. Saying no is inviting yourself to be raped.” Scribble scribble scribble went the pencils on the paper. “Don’t try to run. Runningn triggers the adrenal glands in oversexed males, males who then respond to that. He’ll be on you, and In you, before you can count to ten. Which, if you were drinking from his father’s brandy bottle before you went up to his room, you may have considerable trouble doing.”\n\n\tBrandy? Darren remembered drinking brandy. Last week, in fact... that saturday! It was... who was he with? It was after he deepfucked that snow leopard in the showers, but before he got the sunday ‘brunch’ with the ferret the following morning. Who, who, WHO was he with Saturday night. \n\n\t“No, there is one thing to do. And I’ll need a volunteer for this.” He felt that warm paw still \n\nholding his dick up into the air, up, his cock starting to sag and droop as the sexual tension left the room in a hurry, leaving his gut knotted in dread. “Mr. LaFoie, yes, why dont’ you come up here.”\n\n\tPadpadpad came the sound of rubber squeakers on the floor, and that paw squeezed a little tighter around the middle of his dick. \n\n\t“Yeah, teach, what do you want me to do?”\n\n\t“You won’t need the switch blade, Mr. LaFoie, but that is a -valid- response to such a wanton act of unwanted aggression. What I need you to do is to punch the dummy here in the-”\n\n\t-THWACK!-\n\n\tDarren shuddered as his nuts roiled in pain, the throbbing bolt of greasy raw pain digging up into his lower guts, flexible tent spikes of squirming organic torture. It was not comfortable. No seriously. It was not comfortable. This raccoon told me so. So believe it, because, you know Darren’s comfort? Well he didn’t have it anymore, after this. Darren’s comfort was about as far away as the chance of a Democratic and Republican compromise on the subject of debt ceilings. Take my word for it, he was feeling pretty rotten.\n\n\t“Very good. Good follow through on the knocking. How about you, Mister Fleetpaw?”\n\n\tThere was a delighted-sounding churl and the quick patterpatter of little feet up to the test dummy, even as the squeakers padded back towards the desks. Darren sighed with relief, huffing through his nostrils. His eyes were watering from the punch to the jewels he had just suffered, but Fleetpaw was hardly the athletic type. He threw like a girl and was MUCH more interested in Home Ec and Intro to Nutrition than Woodshop or football.\n\n\tThere was a dainty pat against one of his thighs. That was his punch? Darren almost chortled.\n\n\t“Well, that was a nice attempt, Din, but I don’t think you’re really thinking about the situation here. This horse here is attacking you, remember. He wants to bend you over the kitchen counter and bury this huge pole of his deep inside your plump little butt, Raping you.”\n\n\t“Oh, My!”\n\n\t“Get off your knees, Mister Fleetpaw, you are embarassing yourself.” There was a sigh of exasperation. “Okay.. pretend you just got home and he was in your kitchen, having just ripped up all your cook-books and-”\n\n\t-KER-THUD!-\n\n\tDarren wheezed, whimpered through his nostrils as stars exploded in the dark behind the test dummy’s silly prosthetic muzzle. He chewed on the spit soaked foam dildo in his mouth, trying to close restrained legs. Those tent spikes had turned into thick serpents, tangling around his guts, forming a thick, constricting knot that tried to push his lunch out through his mouth.\n\n\t“Excellent form, Din, you may return to your seat. As you can see, class, you must be willing to use your strengths in the moment. Din’s dainty little paws would have done nothing more than snap under the big mean horse’s onslaught, so he wisely slammed his boot up against his jewels instead. A well placed kick can disable a male Permanently, remember that, and nothing says NO like a pair of busted balls.”\n\n-THUD!!-\n\n“DIN! That is Quite enough! Your cookbooks are safe, no go back to your seat!”\n\nDarren felt like he was spinning through the air, trying to protect his jewels, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bend down, couldn’t reach for them. He was about ready to try to shout out, to let them know he wasn’t a dummy, that he was a real horse, with REAL NUTS that they were slapping and punching around.\n\nThe big, warm, thick fingers of the teacher grabbed his testes, pulling them down, holding them and using them to steady the swinging equine. \n\n“How about you, Scy? Come on up, don’t be shy.”\n\nTap, tap, tap, the hard soled shoes clicked their way closer. Scy was a little fox type. Darren was pretty sure the dude was gay, but had never really been into foxes. Too slutty. Too loose. Or at least, so he had heard. \n\n“Um, teach?”\n\n“Yes, Scy?”\n\n“What about using our heads? I mean, I’m hardly strong enough to hurt him with my paws or even my feet, but I could do Other things that would stop him.”\n\n“Other things, like what?”\n\n“Well, like... Magic.”\n\n“Magic, huh.” the teacher’s tone disapproved. “And do you have a magic wand?”\n\n“Well, no, but.. I have a dagger. And I can cast a spell of Death’s Grip, which would crush his testicles into paste, and then he would become a zombie and he would be my slave forever and-”\n\n“Scy.” The teacher cleared his throat. “This is a forty minute class. We don’t have time for arcane rituals. And you wouldn’t have time to do one of them in this kind of situation. So if you had a dagger on you, and a horse was coming at you with a big raging hard on, and you HADN’T brought him to your house to sacrifice him to elder gods, what would you do?”\n\n“I’d cut his fucking cock off!”\n\n\t\n\nDarren squealed, loudly, as he felt the press of metal against the base of his thick dick, cutting through the rubber and touching his naked skin. He felt the surge of blood rush down it, engorging the cap.\n\n\t\n\n“Very good, Scy,” the teacher said. Calmly. That blade slowly pulled back away from the root of his cock. “And I hope that you do that, if someone antagonizes you in the real world, but let’s leave the dummy’s dick alone, for now. I don’t want you deflating him, after all.”\n\n\t\n\n“Okay, teach. I guess I’d do something like this, then. Hi-YA!” There was a spinning twisting rubber sound, followed by the feeling of the rounded metal hilt of the fox’s dagger slamming into his left nut. He felt the orb distend, denting inwards with the squick, savage blow, and he squealed again. Trying to spit the foam out, just wanting to get out of the damned suit before he was seriously hurt. It wasn’t funny anymore, it wasn’t hot, there wasn’t anything sexual about it! \n\n\t\n\nHe worked to dislodge the now wet drooling soggy foam from his muzzle, but before he could, he felt his lips pressed against by the metal fangs of a zipper. \n\n\t“Class, it seems our dummy may have sprung a leak,” the teacher chuckled. “Let me just seal up the mouth part, I believe the manufacturer thought we would be using that part, but we have no need for an open fawning muzzle, do we?” \n\n\tHe tried to shout through the gimphood he was wearing, his body thrashing and trying to show that it was active, but the teacher ignored it.\n\n\t“Yeah, I thought I heard Darren for a second,” he heard his tiger friend quip. “Where is he, anyways?”\n\n\t“Darren is, I’m sure, hanging around somewhere.” the teacher responded. “Now who would like another whack?”\n\n\t“ME ME ME ME ME ME” There came the shuffle of eager heavy feet, and the aching bruised balls of the horse were concussed with a double fist full of punching power. \n\n\t“Upper CUT! SUPER POWER DOUBLE PUNCH! SHINKUUUUUUU- HADOOOOOKEEEEEEEEN”\n\n\tPow! Thud! Thwack! THUMP! \n\nThe horse’s fat nuts nearly ripped clean out of the ‘protective’ sac that kept them hanging low and vulberable, flopping around like a punching bag as the unmistakeable voice of the small gray wolf in the class dubbed each batman-like thrashing of his poor sad ponypoppers.\n\n\t“Excellent style, Wolfie, though I was actually going to call on Isaac, first.”\n\n\t\n\nThappa-thappa-thappa-thappa, the horse unable to do more than moan now as his fat nuts were thudded and slapped and batted around. His cock was rock hard, he knew, a proud towering testament to his virility, and the teacher’s paw -was- slowly, firmly stroking him. Probably trying to make it look like he was just keeping that up and out of the way.\n\n\t\n\nDarren realized all too suddenly what was going on.\n\n\tThe teacher -knew- he was in the suit! That was why he was holding him\n\n like that! Oh god, last Saturday! He had been with the teacher’s son! Such a tight, TIGHT ass on that fucker, too!\n\n\tWolfie seemed to tire out, and the teacher didn’t seem in any rush to stop him as he pounded those fat fruits nearly to applesauce. Even his sound effects became less grandiose.\n\n\t“Boop. Bap. Bip. Teacher, is one of his nuts supposed to look all lumpy like that?”\n\n\t“No, that’s not usual, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the air bladders had ruptured or something. Thank you Wolfie, you did a splendid job. Let’s just take a look at what we are still working with here.” Rrrrrrrrrip.\n\n\tThe nearly unconscious horse struggled back to the surface of his thoughts, as he felt the sharp caress of metal against the neck of his scrotum. Sliding against it, pressing, scraping, and he was sure, SURE that the teacher was cutting his balls off. It made sense that he would, since the horse HAD deflowered his only son, and how, fucking the freshman but good and dumping his cumsoaked unconscious form on the football field for the maintenance workers to find. Yeah, he fully expected that the teacher would want to cut his balls off, but how did he know??\n\n\tCool air followed the excruciating feeling of the rubber pouch being slid down and off of his scrotum, the too narrow sack neck crushing his swollen, bruised peaches together. He whimpered behind the suit he was trapped in, as his fat, swollen spuds dangled free and completely vulnerable, and the teacher cupped and rubbed and squeezed those hefty fruits.\n\n\t“Naw, as you can see, neither of the, uh, air valves have ruptured. We can continue.”\n\n\t“Dude, those look like Darren’s nuts!” he heard the badger quip from the front row.\n\n\t“Naw, I don’t think Darren’s left nut is QUITE that swollen looking,” he heard the tiger counter quip. He groaned. His friends were leaving him high and dry for this. he would get them back, though, he would make sure they suffered just as much as he was.\n\n\t“Continuing on. Isaac, have you had a turn? Come on up here.”\n\n\t“Awesome, teach. I’ve been wanting to bust this DUMMY’s balls all year! Stupid ass thinks he can just do whatever he wants, flaunting his big dick around! this is something I call the Baculum buster, Teach, I want you to watch this because you won’t see it used twice! Not on the same dog, anyways!”\n\n\tCRACK!!\n\n\tAn entirely new pain shattered through the horse’s pelvis. What the FUCK did that jackal do to him?? Darren had no idea what he had done to the jackal to deserve whatever that was, his entire pelvis radiating pain, his cock throbbing with it. It felt like he had been kicked in the root of his dick. Maybe that’s what he had done, that would make sense.\n\n\tOkay, so maybe he had pantsed the jackal while he was explaining his science fair project to the judges. Okay, maybe he had stolen the jackal’s underwear while he was taking a shower, and hung the worn white briefs from the school flagpole. Maybe he had even spit in the front to make it look like the jackal had peed himself a little bit, and then gone on the public announcement radio saying that Isaac could pick up his ladies thongs from the front of the school, and his dick from the cafeteria’s canned cocktail wiener pan. \n\nSo maybe he had embarrassed Isaac, just a bit, that was NO reason to kick him so hard. His whole body radiated pain and lust, his dick sagging forward as if broken, his balls jostling back and forth, stretching their naked scrotum to it’s limits.\n\n“Interesting technique, Isaac. Do you feel better, now? Good. Back to your seat, then, and, class, remember, having a little penis does not mean you are a little threat.”\n\nSnickers chorused up around the classroom, and there was a slapping sound, and the sound of the jackal squeaking.\n\n“Okay, I believe that’s everyone... or at least everyone of interest. I... oh, yes, Mister LaFoie?”\n\n“Uh, yeah, teacher. Um, I just, I didn’t know that the dummy would, I mean, I’d like to..” There- was the awkward clearing of his throat. “I just don’t think I punched as well as I could have in the MOMENT, you know? Can I take another swing?”\n\n“Of course. But make it quick, the class is almost over.”\n\n\t\n\n“Yeah, sure.” the squeak squeak squeak came back up to the fore front, and Darren cringed, mentally. That first punch had been the hardest, the most powerful, and he had a feeling this was going to hurt.\n\n\t\n\nInstead, though, he felt soft, Warm fingers cradle around his naked testicles. They caressed, rubbing, even nudging and stroking them.\n\n\t\n\n“What are you doing?”\n\n\t\n\n“Oh, it’s just something that happened to my brother once. It’s called testicular torsion.” The fingers were nudging, edging, twisting slowly, nudging those nuts around until the cords began to ache, twisted together. And still they kept twisting, ever slowly, the fingers gentle but firm as they manipulated and handled those big horse mangoes. \n\n\t“You seem to have experience with this.”\n\n\t“Well, like I said. It happened to my brother.” Darren tried to kick out, tried to reach out, for all the gentle touches, his cords were twisting and knotting together, aching and burning, and he couldn’t do a damned thing about it.\n\n\t“The trick is, of course.. you gotta Yank a bit, not really hard, but enough to Set it.” He yanked, and Darren swore he heard as much he felt, the crinkling crackle of things in his cords rupturing and tearing. He knew they were still attached, he could feel the incredible pain and bruising that they had gone through, but they were there.\n\n\t“There. Perfect. Ideally, you’d want there to be something hard on the other side. Like, you know, a bed post, or a counter top, or even just the seat of a chair. But if you don’t have that, you can just cup behind them with your paw - like you were admiring them. You keep talking about a raging horse trying to rape you, but most big studs like this will be fine with you handling them, if they think they’re gonna get off. See how I’m cupping behind them? Kinda holding them up? Just keeping them sturdy, really. Act one way, feint another. Maximize your positioning, and then, you take your other paw. Form a fist - thumb tucked in, of course - and it really helps if you have something solid grabbed in your paw. Increases momentum and that means more power. I just so happen to have this switchblade in my pocket, so I’ll just use that. Now, you all watching? Good. Watch.”\n\n\t\t\t-CRUNCH!-\n\n\tThat was it. Darren was sure, positive that he had just been castrated. His testicles were on fire. There were shards of glass buried in his brain. He had never felt pain like that before.\n\n\t“Very nice,” he dimly heard the teacher’s low, bassy voice rumble out. “But you all, All of you failed to Completely disarm the opponent. Each of your style does have merits, but you MUST build on that, increase your focus. Don’t just Hit them. Crush them. Don’t just attack them. Destroy them. Do you understand? Jocks like Darren here are going to do anything they can to use you, hurt you, and leave you soggy and forgotten on the sideline. You gotta show them that they are nothing more than your little bitch.”\n\n\t“One thing none of you tried was this.” \n\n\tWarm paws grasped the straining horse’s shoulders. Keeping him steady. “It looks intimate - something you mentioned, yes? Yes. Intimate, but keep your distance. Fleetpaw, you did a great job at projecting your hostility into your swing, but the foot is the most flexible part of your leg. I prefer to use the knee. It’s solid, powerful, and has a lot of weight behind it.” Watch how I lean in, and then you just bring your leg up, like this -”\n\n\t\t-CRACK-\n\n\t“That should immobilize him. He’s in shock. He doesn’t know what just hit him. Stand your leg down, and then bring it up, again. Harder.”\n\n\t\t“CRUNCH!”\n\n\t“The sound effects are not necessary, Wolfie.”\n\n\t\t-SPLATCH!-\n\n\tDarren moaned. They were ruined, now, he could feel them shatter with the first kneeing, his proud potatoes mashed, broken like eggs dropped on the floor. And at the same time, as if his body realized what was happening, as if he subconsciously knew this was his last chance and he needed to do something about it, his cock began to fountain. Well, spurt, splattering it’s salty thick pudding up into the rubber sheath that framed it. It bloomed and blossomed, the rubber stretching over the broad cap, filling with his uselessly wasted seed.\n\n\t“And, to make sure he knows not to EVER mess with you again, one more to crush the mush.”\n\n\t\t-SHLUSTH!-\n\n\t“That’s the sound of a RUINED man, students. Learn it. Live it. Love it.”\n\n\t\t\tBRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNGGG!!!!!!\n\n\t“And that’s the bell. I’ll see you all tomorrow, students. Make sure you bring your condoms and lubricant of choice.”\n\n\tDarren hung limply in his bonds, as the students squeaked, padded, and tapped past him. His broken shaft hung limp and floppy, marinading in his release, his scrotum, what was left of it, sagged with his crushed, mushed testicles.\n\n\t“Vorlan, Kraven? Could you stay behind for a second? There’s something I’d like to discuss with the two of you.” \n\n\t“Oh, okay, sure teacher.”\n\n\tThe door closed, and Darren dimly recognized the sound of click of the lock, and the smooth shutter of the blind being pulled down.\n\n\tThe horse found the mask pulled down over his eyes, staring blearily at the massive, powerful teacher, standing gloatingly over him, and his two ‘friends’, the tiger and badger, who were standing next to him with grinning mouths and hungry eyes.\n\n\t“I hope you learned your lesson here, today, Darren,” the teacher deeply growled. The gelded jock nodded his head, spitting the foam dildo out, the soggy musky flap flopping to the floor beneath him. \n\n\t\n\n\tHe gasped for breath, head reeling, and twitched as the tiger reached out to tug at his broken, bruised erection.\n\n\t“Yes, teacher, I learned my lesson,” he said, with his head sunk low. His hips twitched as the tiger tugged at it. “Ouch. That’s Sore. Stop.”\n\n\t“Dude, don’t be gay,” the badger muttered, as the tiger gave it slow strokes. \n\n\t“This is NOT gay, Kraven, and you know it.” \n\n\t“I don’t really believe you, Darren, but to be honest, I don’t really care whether you are sorry or not. You’re a gelding.”\n\n\tHis friends snickered.\n\n\t“Dudes, come on. Not cool. Let go of my dick.”\n\n\t“No, Darren. You see, I sort of... promised your friends here a little treat. A treat for a treat, you might say. I castrate you in front of your friends and peers - with their help, at that - and in turn I give them permission to ... share that big, floppy hose that you feel such compulsions to shove into unwary freshmen.”\n\n\t“What? Share? what do you mean, share?”\n\n\tThe badger and the tiger crowded in between their fallen friend’s still restrained thighs.\n\n\tClaws slowly shredded that rubbery sheathing away, baring the sticky, jizz soaked flesh of the horse’s busted dick. The fresh air stung, making him wince. \n\n\t“Meaning I take the first bite, and Vorlan takes the second!” said the badger.\n\n\tAnd share they did, gobbling the broken jock’s cock down, one chewy mouthful at a time, savoring and smacking their lips and enjoying their salty treat until there was just nothing left for them to share! Just a limp, empty sheath, a sheath that would be just the right size for Mister Crawlings, or his son’s thick kielbasa to stretch wide later that night. Or any other night, at that, for it wouldn’t be long before Darren’s now-useless athletic supporters would be found waving from the flag pole, his new ‘status’ being announced for the whole student body to know and laugh about!\n\n\tAnd that is the story of how Kraven and Vorlan learned about the power of sharing, and became best friends forever. It would be the first of MANY such adventures they would have!\n\n\t\t\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "DON’T BE A DUMMY

-With love for Hooves by Charn (and friends)

Darren was just heading back into the locker room when his two buddies caught up with him. The badger was excited, the tiger just smirking, as they filled the large boned shetland in on the details.

“Cameron says that for the next twenty minutes the room will be completely empty. We could TOTALLY do this.” said the badger.

The drum pony’s pelt, now bared to the onlookers, seemed to be a riotous swirl of white and black patches vying for space on his muscular torso. It wasn’t so much toned as it was stocky. Thick. Sturdy.  Right now he was brushing it with a stiff-bristled brush, scraping the sweat and dust from it.

“Yeah? Dunno, it seems kind of, yanno, elaborate? Don’t you think they’ll notice?”

The tiger reached in and lifted the horse’s hose up. It was a long, flabby, thick thing, with pink and gray patches fighting on it just like the others did over the rest of his body. “I guarantee you, they won’t. We’ve done like a dozen checks.” the tiger reached underneath, and gave the horse’s heavy knockers a good knuckling. “Your dimensions fit perfectly. Mister Crawlings won’t notice, and the students, if they do, will think it’s Hot.”

Darren groaned, tried to pull his hips back, but he knew the tiger could feel his hefty hose thicken between his fingers. He slapped the tiger’s paw away, and reached down, rubbing his black skinned nuts. To say they were fist sized would be misleading, because different sized furs had different sized fists.

To Darren, for example, his nuts actually -were- fist sized. Of course, he had short, stubby fingers, and when he clenched his hand into a fist, he could crush a lemon dry with it. However, to the tiger in front of him, who was more of a regular sized fellow, the horse’s testicles were, to put it gently, ‘a bit bigger’ than fist sized. To put it in perspective, the tiger had at one point managed to cram the horse’s scrotum into one of those brown paper lunch bags. The horse had just come from the shower, so they were loose and dangly enough for the feline to wrap the rough paper around them, but they had bulged it out with their virile volume.

“So?” the badger’s voice ground Darren back to reality. “You gonna do it or not.”

Darren looked between the two eager, hopeful expressions, and finally snickered. “Sure, why not. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He walked towards the Health Ed room, and Darren’s two friends grinned darkly to each other. The badger frowned, then, as the tiger started licking those groping fingers clean, and elbowed him in the side. “Dude, don’t be gay.”

The tiger wasn’t ‘being gay’, though. It was just a fact that Darren had a certain spicy musk to him that was hard to ignore. It was the reason why Darren was the captain of the polo team. The other players just couldn’t compete with his raw, smokey vitality. It was the reason why, save for this last week, he had bedded  a different fellow every night since the spring semester started, and it was the reason why he had so easily discarded them afterwards. He would have been bedding down this week, too, if it hadn’t been for that nasty rumor about him having some sort of parasitic caterpillar in his balls. Pure Poppycock, all of it.  Lastly, it was the reason that Darren was completely comfortable with his junk being handled. He was used to it. He had to be comfortable with it, because whether it be teammate, coach, study buddy, neighbor, or dude on the metro, the horse was gonna get handled. It was unavoidable.

Which is why the idea of climbing into the sex dummy suit was so appealing.

His too buds, “V” and “K”, followed him into the Health Ed room, where the training dummy was laid against the wall. On the chalkboard, in grand white flowing script, read “Tuesday: Riding The Cowboy”. Darren smiled, and clumped heavily to the dummy suit.

“You think I’m gonna fit, honestly?” He drawled, skeptically.

“Of course you were, we just gotta unstuff it first. Then you get in, we strap you up - so that your arms and legs don’t move around - and your junk hangs out.”

The tiger grunted as he pulled the dummy up a bit, leaning it against the wall. Reaching under, he pulled on the big tan colored scrotum underneath, stretching it painfully tight. Darren’s cock twitched, a long, slithering tightness sliding down it, making the cap plump. His ears flushed a bit red, but neither of the others seemed to notice. “We made sure that the sex dummy that got ordered was a horsey one, see?” he gestured to the head, which was horse-shaped, and then back to the plastic pouch in his paw. Firmly crushing one of the bubbles in his hand, the three watched as the faux-horsecock swelled with air from inside. Squeezing it rhythmically, the testicle acting as an air bladder, made the balloon tighten more and more.

Darren’s dick swelled sympathetically, and he cleared his throat. “Okay, okay. I’ll just make sure I’m hard already when we start. How do I get in?”

The tiger laughed, squeezing the bulg a few more times and watching the horse’s long fucker throb with each crushing squeeze. He winked to the badger. “Right there on the back. Here I’ll help ya.”

Together the three males figured out how to open up the dummy suit, which, after removing the inner stuffing, which was mostly just plastic and fluff anyways, turned out to be a semi-cartilaginous shell. Darren wedged one long hoof down the smooth inner lining of one leg, and then the other. The badger pressed against his back, helping to pull the shoulders up over his own, as he tucked his snout into the head of the dummy. It was a tight fit, and Darren was glad that he was not prone to claustrophobia. There was even a mouth-guard, of sorts, a big rounded hunk of rubber. When he slipped it into his mouth he felt two plastic nozzles press into either nostril, and found that he could breath. Well that was a relief. He could feel the suit pulling tighter around his shoulders, against his back, the zipper curling it’s way decisively downwards.

He could feel the tiger playing with HIS junk, too, carving a hole in the back of the plastic pouch and replacing the two air-valves with his own fat nuggets. The balloon was slid down, with some difficulty, over the length of his by-now half hard cock. It had softened some what with all the maneuvering. The spongey length slowly oozed it’s way through it, re-filling the rubbery tube with it’s bulk until there was simply no more place for it to go, and it dangled down over his balls, half hard.

“Okay, you’re all secured in. As long as you don’t make any noise, nobody’s gonna know there’s a horse in there, instead of a dummy. Or vice versa.” The two dudes snickered, and Darren felt his hands pulled up until they stuck out in front of him like a zombie. His knees were pushed apart, way out to the side. He tried to pull them back together, but something locked them into place like that, forcing him into a very open, but agressive stance. The thick plastic ‘chunks’ of the suit prevented him from moving very much, so that except for some arm waggling, he was kind of trapped in that one position.

\tThe bell rang.

\tThe horse hung, naked, strung up and bound inside that silly dummy as the class clambered into the room. He could hear the giggles and chuckles, and more than one brush against his dangling, rubber shrouded cock. Did they know?? If he was caught, he would surely be expelled, maybe even put in jail. It made that flexible prison around his dick stretch all the more, the wobbling loose length flexing in a slow lazy pulse.

\t

\t“Now, Class,” came a thick, deep voice. It was Mister Crawlings. Inside his opaque shell, the horse’s chest started to rise and lower, and he heard the teacher’s hooves thud slowly around him, standing behind him. “I don’t know which one of you thought it would be amusing to write ‘cowboy style’ on the board,” Darren could faintly hear the eraser scrubbing over the slate, “but sexual education is about a lot more than sexual positioning.”

\t“Sorry, boss, I just thought it was fitting, what with the dummy being a horse and all.”

\t“I’m sure you did. Does that mean you would be the first to volunteer to.. Ride the pony? Cowboy style, at that? I...” There was a pause in the voice of the teacher. “Hmm.”

\tThe heavy, thick clops passed back around front of the blind, bound stallion, and he felt heat slide down along his pole, the brush solid - maybe the teacher’s shoulder. Then sliding back up as the teacher stood anew. “How unusual. It would seem our dummy here has lost some stuffing.”

\tThumpathumpathumpa, the horse’s heart beat in his chest, as a paw began to poke and squeeze against his chest, arms, squeezing at his bound palms. “Where could this have slipped out from. Oh, yes.” He felt something slide against his lips, then, as the wad of stuffing was slowly pushed into the hole for his mouth. He had two options - let it slide in, or try to resist.  Only one of those could end well for him. He chose the former, trying to open his jaws, his long snout slowly getting speared and penetrated by the thick, foamy, spongey piece of insulation. It had a funny taste to it, kind of salty, kind of chemical. He started to worry as it slid over his tongue, deeper into his long muzzle... would it get to his throat? Would he choke? He dared not bite down, but he buckled his tongue, squeezing the tip of that spongey foam as it squeezed closer and closer to the opening of his throat. He felt the tissue accordion, slightly, and then the tap of something against his lower tooth.

\t“Well, that was a nice fit, wasn’t it? How interesting that was, finding a penis shaped bit of foam, just laying on the ground...” He felt warmth against the middle of his dick, and then felt it sliding it’s way up, flexing as the teacher - or someone else - lifted his heavy hose into the air. His breathing stopped all together, then, as the teacher gently wobbled his dick back and forth in the air.

\t“I would almost say that it must have come from here, but obviously, this is very well stuffed already.”

\tDarren’s tongue worked against the spongey foam in his mouth, tasting something else against that salty polystyrene. Bitter, musky. It tasted like dick, actually. Darren felt that thick log tighten the stretched rubber around it as he realized that the foam ‘dildo’ he was sucking on must have been rubbed against someone else’s dick. The greasy feeling along the wedge made him jerk slightly with the realization. It wasn’t just precum he tasted, it was smegma. This foam dick had been stuffed down a sheath. Or, given the different combination of flavors he felt, it had been in Several.

\tHe knew his dick was getting hard in the teacher’s hand, even though there was ‘no reason’ for it to, and the warm hand slowly slid along it. Back, and forth, up and down, and he could feel that dull, distant heat slowly slide behind the pressure against his shaft. Shit, he was starting to throw wood.

\t“Um, teacher, aren’t you gonna tell us what you’re doing?”

\t“Oh. Yes, of course. As you can see, our ‘dummy’ has an erection.” That still wobbly shaft was bent at the  base, upwards, being shown off. “And underneath, these are the testicles.” He bit into the foam as he felt one of his thick spuds grasped nonchalantly, firmly.

“Now normally, you would want to be careful with these, as they are full of delicate nerves and are the sperm generators for any real male.” Those thick bands of heat - the teacher’s fingers - shifted into a better grip of the fat nut. “However, this is just a dummy, and the testicles are actually just air bladders that we are going to use to help pump his ‘cock’ into an erection. Don’t try this in real life!”

\tThere was much laughter, all about, as those fingers clenched, squeezing the dummy’s air bladder. Darren nearly spit the foam out like a toy rocket as he felt those powerful fingers crush into his heavy coltmaker, his stomach clenching, his body spasming as they squeezed, and squeezed, and then HELD, with his latexed seedball bulging out between them obscenely.

\t“As you can see,” Darren’s pain-speared mind could make out the words, as those fingers finally relaxed their hold on his aching nut. “A simple squeeze or two will help to inflate the erection up, so if for some reason it seems to be flagging, just give them a few squeezes and you’ll have him ready to ride.”

\t“Yeah, teacher, but, ummm...” the uncomfortable-sounding voice took a second for the dizzy horse to make out. “What if there’s a horse like that who wants to, you know, and is all, you know, and you don’t WANT him to, you know?”

\tIt was the tiger. what the hell was he doing? Stalling? Why?

\t“You know, that’s an excellent point. And that’s actually one of the most important things you all need to learn about sex education. That is, you need to learn about the importance of the LACK of sex. And that’s exactly what I want to demonstrate with you, today.”

\tMurmurs sprung up in all corners of the room, and Darrent tried to pull his legs down. The absence of sex? what was the point of having a dummy tied up in the corner of the room if you weren’t going to use it. He could hear the tk-tk-chhhhk of chalk on the board to his right and behind him.

\t“No,” the teacher’s bass drawled comfortable to the right of him. “ Always means no. And if someone doesn’t understand that, you need to be able to explain it to them in a more in depth way. Which is why I’m going to show you how to defend yourself against an aroused, naked male, today.”

\tThere were a few oohs, a few giggles, and a few suggestions thrown, mostly involving the application of tongue or paw. There were dismissed, apparently, as those clops came closer, around the front of the trapped horse.

\t“Let’s say you went out on a date with this dummy, here. You went out, saw a movie, had some cheese fries at the diner, and now you’re standing naked in his bedroom. He’s in the bathroom. You made out with him, maybe you fondled him, maybe you even pulled him out of his football uniform and given him a slow, sloppy, teasing blow job in his car while he drove back to his place. Have you agreed to sex, though? No. So when he opens the door to the bathroom, and you see him - like this - aroused, hard, with that big weapon pointed at you, you have to act fast to preserve your modesty and your pride.”

\tThe class murmured something, and Darren was sure he could pencils scratching at paper, but his head was spinning. The little prologue the teacher was telling sounded familiar. AWFULLY familiar. Why though? why? Had that happened to him? He racked his brain, trying to think.

\t“First, do not say no. If you say no, they will think you mean yes. Saying no is inviting yourself to be raped.” Scribble scribble scribble went the pencils on the paper. “Don’t try to run. Runningn triggers the adrenal glands in oversexed males, males who then respond to that. He’ll be on you, and In you, before you can count to ten. Which, if you were drinking from his father’s brandy bottle before you went up to his room, you may have considerable trouble doing.”

\tBrandy? Darren remembered drinking brandy. Last week, in fact... that saturday! It was... who was he with? It was after he deepfucked that snow leopard in the showers, but before he got the sunday ‘brunch’ with the ferret the following morning. Who, who, WHO was he with Saturday night.

\t“No, there is one thing to do. And I’ll need a volunteer for this.” He felt that warm paw still

holding his dick up into the air, up, his cock starting to sag and droop as the sexual tension left the room in a hurry, leaving his gut knotted in dread. “Mr. LaFoie, yes, why dont’ you come up here.”

\tPadpadpad came the sound of rubber squeakers on the floor, and that paw squeezed a little tighter around the middle of his dick.

\t“Yeah, teach, what do you want me to do?”

\t“You won’t need the switch blade, Mr. LaFoie, but that is a -valid- response to such a wanton act of unwanted aggression. What I need you to do is to punch the dummy here in the-”

\t-THWACK!-

\tDarren shuddered as his nuts roiled in pain, the throbbing bolt of greasy raw pain digging up into his lower guts, flexible tent spikes of squirming organic torture. It was not comfortable. No seriously. It was not comfortable. This raccoon told me so. So believe it, because, you know Darren’s comfort? Well he didn’t have it anymore, after this. Darren’s comfort was about as far away as the chance of a Democratic and Republican compromise on the subject of debt ceilings. Take my word for it, he was feeling pretty rotten.

\t“Very good. Good follow through on the knocking. How about you, Mister Fleetpaw?”

\tThere was a delighted-sounding churl and the quick patterpatter of little feet up to the test dummy, even as the squeakers padded back towards the desks. Darren sighed with relief, huffing through his nostrils. His eyes were watering from the punch to the jewels he had just suffered, but Fleetpaw was hardly the athletic type. He threw like a girl and was MUCH more interested in Home Ec and Intro to Nutrition than Woodshop or football.

\tThere was a dainty pat against one of his thighs. That was his punch? Darren almost chortled.

\t“Well, that was a nice attempt, Din, but I don’t think you’re really thinking about the situation here. This horse here is attacking you, remember. He wants to bend you over the kitchen counter and bury this huge pole of his deep inside your plump little butt, Raping you.”

\t“Oh, My!”

\t“Get off your knees, Mister Fleetpaw, you are embarassing yourself.” There was a sigh of exasperation. “Okay.. pretend you just got home and he was in your kitchen, having just ripped up all your cook-books and-”

\t-KER-THUD!-

\tDarren wheezed, whimpered through his nostrils as stars exploded in the dark behind the test dummy’s silly prosthetic muzzle. He chewed on the spit soaked foam dildo in his mouth, trying to close restrained legs. Those tent spikes had turned into thick serpents, tangling around his guts, forming a thick, constricting knot that tried to push his lunch out through his mouth.

\t“Excellent form, Din, you may return to your seat. As you can see, class, you must be willing to use your strengths in the moment. Din’s dainty little paws would have done nothing more than snap under the big mean horse’s onslaught, so he wisely slammed his boot up against his jewels instead. A well placed kick can disable a male Permanently, remember that, and nothing says NO like a pair of busted balls.”

-THUD!!-

“DIN! That is Quite enough! Your cookbooks are safe, no go back to your seat!”

Darren felt like he was spinning through the air, trying to protect his jewels, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bend down, couldn’t reach for them. He was about ready to try to shout out, to let them know he wasn’t a dummy, that he was a real horse, with REAL NUTS that they were slapping and punching around.

The big, warm, thick fingers of the teacher grabbed his testes, pulling them down, holding them and using them to steady the swinging equine.

“How about you, Scy? Come on up, don’t be shy.”

Tap, tap, tap, the hard soled shoes clicked their way closer. Scy was a little fox type. Darren was pretty sure the dude was gay, but had never really been into foxes. Too slutty. Too loose. Or at least, so he had heard.

“Um, teach?”

“Yes, Scy?”

“What about using our heads? I mean, I’m hardly strong enough to hurt him with my paws or even my feet, but I could do Other things that would stop him.”

“Other things, like what?”

“Well, like... Magic.”

“Magic, huh.” the teacher’s tone disapproved. “And do you have a magic wand?”

“Well, no, but.. I have a dagger. And I can cast a spell of Death’s Grip, which would crush his testicles into paste, and then he would become a zombie and he would be my slave forever and-”

“Scy.” The teacher cleared his throat. “This is a forty minute class. We don’t have time for arcane rituals. And you wouldn’t have time to do one of them in this kind of situation. So if you had a dagger on you, and a horse was coming at you with a big raging hard on, and you HADN’T brought him to your house to sacrifice him to elder gods, what would you do?”

“I’d cut his fucking cock off!”

\t

Darren squealed, loudly, as he felt the press of metal against the base of his thick dick, cutting through the rubber and touching his naked skin. He felt the surge of blood rush down it, engorging the cap.

\t

“Very good, Scy,” the teacher  said. Calmly. That blade slowly pulled back away from the root of his cock. “And I hope that you do that, if someone antagonizes you in the real world, but let’s leave the dummy’s dick alone, for now. I don’t want you deflating him, after all.”

\t

“Okay, teach. I guess I’d do something like this, then. Hi-YA!” There was a spinning twisting rubber sound, followed by the feeling of the rounded metal hilt of the fox’s dagger slamming into his left nut. He felt the orb distend, denting inwards with the squick, savage blow, and he squealed again. Trying to spit the foam out, just wanting to get out of the damned suit before he was seriously hurt. It wasn’t funny anymore, it wasn’t hot, there wasn’t anything sexual about it!

\t

He worked to dislodge the now wet drooling soggy foam from his muzzle, but before he could, he felt his lips pressed against by the metal fangs of a zipper.

\t“Class, it seems our dummy may have sprung a leak,” the teacher chuckled. “Let me just seal up the mouth part, I believe the manufacturer thought we would be using that part, but we have no need for an open fawning muzzle, do we?”

\tHe tried to shout through the gimphood he was wearing, his body thrashing and trying to show that it was active, but the teacher ignored it.

\t“Yeah, I thought I heard Darren for a second,” he heard his tiger friend quip. “Where is he, anyways?”

\t“Darren is, I’m sure, hanging around somewhere.” the teacher responded. “Now who would like another whack?”

\t“ME ME ME ME ME ME” There came the shuffle of eager heavy feet, and the aching bruised balls of the horse were concussed with a double fist full of punching power.

\t“Upper CUT! SUPER POWER DOUBLE PUNCH! SHINKUUUUUUU- HADOOOOOKEEEEEEEEN”

\tPow! Thud! Thwack! THUMP!

The horse’s fat nuts nearly ripped clean out of the ‘protective’ sac that kept them hanging low and vulberable, flopping around like a punching bag as the unmistakeable voice of the small gray wolf in the class dubbed each batman-like thrashing of his poor sad ponypoppers.

\t“Excellent style, Wolfie, though I was actually going to call on Isaac, first.”

\t

Thappa-thappa-thappa-thappa, the horse unable to do more than moan now as his fat nuts were thudded and slapped and batted around. His cock was rock hard, he knew, a proud towering testament to his virility, and the teacher’s paw -was- slowly, firmly stroking him. Probably trying to make it look like he was just keeping that up and out of the way.

\t

Darren realized all too suddenly what was going on.

\tThe teacher -knew- he was in the suit! That was why he was holding him

 like that! Oh god, last Saturday! He had been with the teacher’s son! Such a tight, TIGHT ass on that fucker, too!

\tWolfie seemed to tire out, and the teacher didn’t seem in any rush to stop him as he pounded those fat fruits nearly to applesauce. Even his sound effects became less grandiose.

\t“Boop. Bap. Bip. Teacher, is one of his nuts supposed to look all lumpy like that?”

\t“No, that’s not usual, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the air bladders had ruptured or something. Thank you Wolfie, you did a splendid job. Let’s just take a look at what we are still working with here.” Rrrrrrrrrip.

\tThe nearly unconscious horse struggled back to the surface of his thoughts, as he felt the sharp caress of metal against the neck of his scrotum. Sliding against it, pressing, scraping, and he was sure, SURE that the teacher was cutting his balls off. It made sense that he would, since the horse HAD deflowered his only son, and how, fucking the freshman but good and dumping his cumsoaked unconscious form on the football field for the maintenance workers to find. Yeah, he fully expected that the teacher would want to cut his balls off, but how did he know??

\tCool air followed the excruciating feeling of the rubber pouch being slid down and off of his scrotum, the too narrow sack neck crushing his swollen, bruised peaches together. He whimpered behind the suit he was trapped in, as his fat, swollen spuds dangled free and completely vulnerable, and the teacher cupped and rubbed and squeezed those hefty fruits.

\t“Naw, as you can see, neither of the, uh, air valves have ruptured. We can continue.”

\t“Dude, those look like Darren’s nuts!” he heard the badger quip from the front row.

\t“Naw, I don’t think Darren’s left nut is QUITE that swollen looking,” he heard the tiger counter quip. He groaned. His friends were leaving him high and dry for this. he would get them back, though, he would make sure they suffered just as much as he was.

\t“Continuing on. Isaac, have you had a turn? Come on up here.”

\t“Awesome, teach. I’ve been wanting to bust this DUMMY’s balls all year! Stupid ass thinks he can just do whatever he wants, flaunting his big dick around! this is something I call the Baculum buster, Teach, I want you to watch this because you won’t see it used twice! Not on the same dog, anyways!”

\tCRACK!!

\tAn entirely new pain shattered through the horse’s pelvis. What the FUCK did that jackal do to him?? Darren had no idea what he had done to the jackal to deserve whatever that was, his entire pelvis radiating pain, his cock throbbing with it. It felt like he had been kicked in the root of his dick. Maybe that’s what he had done, that would make sense.

\tOkay, so maybe he had pantsed the jackal while he was explaining his science fair project to the judges. Okay, maybe he had stolen the jackal’s underwear while he was taking a shower, and hung the worn white briefs from the school flagpole. Maybe he had even spit in the front to make it look like the jackal had peed himself a little bit, and then gone on the public announcement radio saying that Isaac could pick up his ladies thongs from the front of the school, and his dick from the cafeteria’s canned cocktail wiener pan.

So maybe he had embarrassed Isaac, just  a bit, that was NO reason to kick him so hard. His whole body radiated pain and lust, his dick sagging forward as if broken, his balls jostling back and forth, stretching their naked scrotum to it’s limits.

“Interesting technique, Isaac. Do you feel better, now? Good. Back to your seat, then, and, class, remember, having a little penis does not mean you are a little threat.”

Snickers chorused up around the classroom, and there was a slapping sound, and the sound of the jackal squeaking.

“Okay, I believe that’s everyone... or at least everyone of interest. I... oh, yes, Mister LaFoie?”

“Uh, yeah, teacher. Um, I just, I didn’t know that the dummy would, I mean, I’d like to..” There- was the awkward clearing of his throat. “I just don’t think I punched as well as I could have in the MOMENT, you know? Can I take another swing?”

“Of course. But make it quick, the class is almost over.”

\t

“Yeah, sure.” the squeak squeak squeak came back up to the fore front, and Darren cringed, mentally. That first punch had been the hardest, the most powerful, and he had a feeling this was going to hurt.

\t

Instead, though, he felt soft, Warm fingers cradle around his naked testicles. They caressed, rubbing, even nudging and stroking them.

\t

“What are you doing?”

\t

“Oh, it’s just something that happened to my brother once. It’s called testicular torsion.” The fingers were nudging, edging, twisting slowly, nudging those nuts around until the cords began to ache, twisted together. And still they kept twisting, ever slowly, the fingers gentle but firm as they manipulated and handled those big horse mangoes.

\t“You seem to have experience with this.”

\t“Well, like I said. It happened to my brother.” Darren tried to kick out, tried to reach out, for all the gentle touches, his cords were twisting and knotting together, aching and burning, and he couldn’t do a damned thing about it.

\t“The trick is, of course.. you gotta Yank a bit, not really hard, but enough to Set it.” He yanked, and Darren swore he heard as much he felt, the crinkling crackle of things in his cords rupturing and tearing. He knew they were still attached, he could feel the incredible pain and bruising that they had gone through, but they were there.

\t“There. Perfect. Ideally, you’d want there to be something hard on the other side. Like, you know, a bed post, or a counter top, or even just the seat of a chair. But if you don’t have that, you can just cup behind them with your paw - like you were admiring them. You keep talking about a raging horse trying to rape you, but most big studs like this will be fine with you handling them, if they think they’re gonna get off. See how I’m cupping behind them? Kinda holding them up? Just keeping them sturdy, really. Act one way, feint another. Maximize your positioning, and then, you take your other paw. Form a fist - thumb tucked in, of course - and it really helps if you have something solid grabbed in your paw. Increases momentum and that means more power. I just so happen to have this switchblade in my pocket, so I’ll just use that. Now, you all watching? Good. Watch.”

\t\t\t-CRUNCH!-

\tThat was it. Darren was sure, positive that he had just been castrated. His testicles were on fire. There were shards of glass buried in his brain. He had never felt pain like that before.

\t“Very nice,” he dimly heard the teacher’s low, bassy voice rumble out. “But you all, All of you failed to Completely disarm the opponent. Each of your style does have merits, but you MUST build on that, increase your focus. Don’t just Hit them. Crush them. Don’t just attack them. Destroy them. Do you understand? Jocks like Darren here are going to do anything they can to use you, hurt you, and leave you soggy and forgotten on the sideline. You gotta show them that  they are nothing more than your little bitch.”

\t“One thing none of you tried was this.”

\tWarm paws grasped the straining horse’s shoulders. Keeping him steady. “It looks intimate - something you mentioned, yes? Yes. Intimate, but keep your distance. Fleetpaw, you did a great job at projecting your hostility into your swing, but the foot is the most flexible part of your leg. I prefer to use the knee. It’s solid, powerful, and has a lot of weight behind it.” Watch how I lean in, and then you just bring your leg up, like this -”

\t\t-CRACK-

\t“That should immobilize him. He’s in shock. He doesn’t know what just hit him. Stand your leg down, and then bring it up, again. Harder.”

\t\t“CRUNCH!”

\t“The sound effects are not necessary, Wolfie.”

\t\t-SPLATCH!-

\tDarren moaned. They were ruined, now, he could feel them shatter with the first kneeing, his proud potatoes mashed, broken like eggs dropped on the floor. And at the same time, as if his body realized what was happening, as if he subconsciously knew this was his last chance and he needed to do something about it, his cock began to fountain. Well, spurt, splattering it’s salty thick pudding up into the rubber sheath that framed it. It bloomed and blossomed, the rubber stretching over the broad cap, filling with his uselessly wasted seed.

\t“And, to make sure he knows not to EVER mess with you again, one more to crush the mush.”

\t\t-SHLUSTH!-

\t“That’s the sound of a RUINED man, students. Learn it. Live it. Love it.”

\t\t\tBRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNGGG!!!!!!

\t“And that’s the bell. I’ll see you all tomorrow, students. Make sure you bring your condoms and lubricant of choice.”

\tDarren hung limply in his bonds, as the students squeaked, padded, and tapped past him. His broken shaft hung limp and floppy, marinading in his release, his scrotum, what was left of it, sagged with his crushed, mushed testicles.

\t“Vorlan, Kraven? Could you stay behind for a second? There’s something I’d like to discuss with the two of you.”

\t“Oh, okay, sure teacher.”

\tThe door closed, and Darren dimly recognized the sound of click of the lock, and the smooth shutter of the blind being pulled down.

\tThe horse found the mask pulled down over his eyes, staring blearily at the massive, powerful teacher, standing gloatingly over him, and his two ‘friends’, the tiger and badger, who were standing next to him with grinning mouths and hungry eyes.

\t“I hope you learned your lesson here, today, Darren,” the teacher deeply growled. The gelded jock nodded his head, spitting the foam dildo out, the soggy musky flap flopping to the floor beneath him.

\t

\tHe gasped for breath, head reeling, and twitched as the tiger reached out to tug at his broken, bruised erection.

\t“Yes, teacher, I learned my lesson,” he said, with his head sunk low. His hips twitched as the tiger tugged at it. “Ouch. That’s Sore. Stop.”

\t“Dude, don’t be gay,” the badger muttered, as the tiger gave it slow strokes.

\t“This is NOT gay, Kraven, and you know it.”

\t“I don’t really believe you, Darren, but to be honest, I don’t really care whether you are sorry or not. You’re a gelding.”

\tHis friends snickered.

\t“Dudes, come on. Not cool. Let go of my dick.”

\t“No, Darren. You see, I sort of... promised your friends here a little treat. A treat for a treat, you might say. I castrate you in front of your friends and peers - with their help, at that - and in turn I give them permission to ... share that big, floppy hose that you feel such compulsions to shove into unwary freshmen.”

\t“What? Share? what do you mean, share?”

\tThe badger and the tiger crowded in between their fallen friend’s still restrained thighs.

\tClaws slowly shredded that rubbery sheathing away, baring the sticky, jizz soaked flesh of the horse’s busted dick. The fresh air stung, making him wince.

\t“Meaning I take the first bite, and Vorlan takes the second!” said the badger.

\tAnd share they did, gobbling the broken jock’s cock down, one chewy mouthful at a time, savoring and smacking their lips and enjoying their salty treat until there was just nothing left for them to share! Just a limp, empty sheath, a sheath that would be just the right size for Mister Crawlings, or his son’s thick kielbasa to stretch wide later that night. Or any other night, at that, for it wouldn’t be long before Darren’s now-useless athletic supporters would be found waving from the flag pole, his new ‘status’ being announced for the whole student body to know and laugh about!

\tAnd that is the story of how Kraven and Vorlan learned about the power of sharing, and became best friends forever. It would be the first of MANY such adventures they would have!

\t\t

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