Chapter II: Schoolhouse Discipline Jack entered the main building of the school, the security guards on either side of the doors saluting him sharply as he ignored their existence. It wasn't that he was in a bad mood or anything: they just weren't worth the little time it would take to salute them back. He was too far above their rank in society to care what they thought of him or even show them the smallest consideration, as long as they remembered to continue to show him the respect he deserved by right of purity and power. The juggernaut grinned to himself as he headed to the main office, opening it and letting himself in. The office immediately went silent, and the mare who had been in line trembled and quickly stepped out of his way so he could approach the desk, the secretary quickly looking up and giving him her full attention as he said calmly: "Tell the headmaster I'll be conducting a search today on behalf of the Fatherland Protection Agency. We received a tip there's a foreign intruder here. I require the keys for offices and a place to conduct any necessary... interrogations." "Y-Yes, sir. Right away, sir." the secretary gestured sharply at another administrator, who hurried away from her computer towards a back room. "We'll get you the master key right away! And we have a second floor office that isn't in use, we can-" "I'll find it myself." Jack cut her off, and there was a beat of uncomfortable silence as he scowled slightly before he looked up in irritation as the administrator hurried back with a key, nearly throwing it at him, the stallion giving her a look of distaste as he growled: "Took long enough. I'll inform you if I require anything else." "Sorry sir! Yes sir!" But Jack was already leaving, heading out into the corridors before he prowled his way down the hall. He passed several uniformed Equarians who straightened and nervously saluted him as he passed: as the Equarian government had consolidated its power and strengthened the regime, the Fatherland Protection Agency had been granted new powers, and the nation had learned to respect them a little more. He enjoyed that. The FPA had expanded greatly over the last two years as well, and Jack had been promoted several times by the Ironhoof Council, the group of stallions that were part of the Patriarchy that oversaw the evolution and growth of Equaria. Now he was part of an elite unit that wasn't just charged with finding and destroying foreign parasites, but also removing sympathizers to globalist, communist, and foreign causes. That was why he was here: to ensure the youth at this academy were learning the correct lessons, that they were proud and nationalist, that they loved their country and knew to respect their betters. And, of course, he wanted to enjoy a little snack. Jack grinned callously. He was the perfect Equarian specimen and enjoyed being treated as such, but ultimately, he was selfish, more interested in his own hungers than nationalist pride. But it was fun to play along and pretend he was loyal to Equaria, and he would continue to be the good little soldier as long as they continued to let him amuse himself and sent him on missions like these. But of course, it felt like war was approaching... and war would let him indulge and enjoy all the killing and bloodshed and fucking that his heart could ever desire. He was fairly satisfied by his patrol of the first floor before he paused at a window, and he noted two girls outside, half-hidden around a corner near the dumpsters. Sharing a cigarette, chatting. One with a dyed mane, both dressed in wrinkled uniforms. They probably had other contraband on them, too. He retraced his steps to a set of doors that led out the rear of the building, and strolled calmly around to find the girls. They both looked up in surprise as he approached, and the one smoking the cigarette swore and quickly flung it away as they both saluted. But of course they stank of it, and the stallion smiled as he towered over them, reaching his hands out to easily grip the shoulders of either girl as he ordered: "Come with me." They swallowed, but they at least knew better than to run. He led them upstairs, to the second floor, and easily found an empty office, ignoring the dust and the stacked chairs in the corner. He yanked the backpack off that one was wearing, and she blurted something at him as her friend winced, but he ignored her as he ripped it open before clucking his tongue as he pulled out a bottle of cheap alcohol, saying contemptibly: "Smoking, drinking, dressing like whores..." "Hey!" blurted dyed mane. He looked up at her coldly, and when she flinched and whimpered, he gave a thin, cold smile, saying mockingly: "No, no, by all means, speak up." "S-Sorry, sir. We... don't mean to come across that way. Sir." the dyed filly mumbled, shrinking her head nervously. The stallion looked at her measuringly, and then he tossed the backpack aside before he stepped forwards and gripped her face, twisting her head back and forth. He noted earrings, a piercing in her nose, before he asked calmly: "How old are you two?" "Fifteen, sir." she whispered. "Fourteen" said the other, before she added quickly: "Sir." "Almost breeding age." The stallion smiled in entertainment before he ordered: "Take off your clothes. Both of you." The girls traded looks, and dyed mane started to open her dumb fucking mouth, but this time Jack stopped her with a vicious backhand, knocking her to the ground with a scream of pain. She clutched at her bloody face, shaking violently and staring up at him with horror as her friend wilted against the side wall, before Jack glared over at her and snarled: "Take off your fucking clothes." The filly trembled, then quickly grasped at her shirt and stripped it hurriedly off, and the stallion snorted in amusement as he sat back on the desk. She grasped her kilt, flushing in embarrassment, but the stallion only had to narrow his eyes at her to encourage her to unbutton it and push it down with a flush of humiliation. Dyed mane, meanwhile, was still trembling on the ground, but when Jack's eyes rolled towards her, she gave a choked whimper before awkwardly shuffling out of her shirt. She pushed herself up against the wall as she slipped her kilt down, shuddering as she stood before both girls whimpered as Jack drew their eyes along their slender bodies and their simple bras and panties. "Now your underwear. You want to be treated like whores? I'll treat you like whores." "P-Please..." "Oh? Do you want me to do it for you?" Jack asked with a rumble, grinning callously as he tilted his head, and the fillies trembled and looked at each other before they almost shamefully stripped out of their underwear, shifting awkwardly to try and cover themselves before the stallion ordered: "Ten-hut!" Both mares automatically stood and straightened, putting their hands behind their back as they flushed, and Jack grinned. He liked that discipline was back in schools. He liked that they taught kids nowadays to stand at attention, rather than slouch or wander. He also liked how pretty these girls were, as his eyes drew idly across their growing bosoms, their smooth bodies, their sexes that were just developing coarser pubic hair. He licked his lips slowly as he studied the two before he asked idly: "So since you girls are clearly all grown up, let's see how well you handle a grown-up situation." Jack undid his belt, then unzipped his fly. His boxers immediately bulged through the opening like a whale surfacing for air, and both fillies flinched and nearly choked on the miasma of musk that emanated from him, but he could see the flush that crawled up their necks, saw the way their thighs ground together. Fillies were just ripening pieces of meat, after all, and Jack's lip curled in entertainment as he studied the pair, his legs spreading as he rumbled: "Come closer." They traded fearful looks, but did so, anxiously, even as Jack shifted so he could push his pants down slightly, leaving his stained, stinking boxers bare to the world. Then he sat back, palms against the desk, sheath throbbing in the tight grip of his boxers. "I hope you girls know how to treat a real stallion. I doubt it, but you're lucky that I'm willing to let you both try." "I... I have a boyfriend..." stuttered dyed mane, and Jack grinned at her, amused by her feeble excuse. "I j-just-" "Loyalty is cute, but I can see how badly you want me already." He reached forwards, gripping between her legs, his thumb flicking her clitoris and making her whimper as her thighs tried to clench and she flinched backwards. But his hand hooked into her crotch, yanking her almost roughly forwards as he leaned towards her with a growl of amusement, licking his lips slowly as he dragged her back in even as she gasped and whimpered at the pain that flared through her groin, flushing as she grabbed his wrist uselessly. "I'm a stallion. I'm better than any colt... unless you're a race traitor, that is. And you're not, are you?" "N-No... sir!" whimpered the dyed filly, before she gasped when he shifted his hand to grasp her by the mane, then roughly yanked her down, slamming her face against his musky boxers, the sick heat, the stench of his masculinity making her head spin as she shuddered in terror and pain. "Good." Jack said contemptibly, before his eyes shifted towards the other filly, beckoning her to approach. She did so, bowing her head, whimpering a bit but obeying, just as she remained completely submissive and obedient when he pressed two fingers into her muzzle, nearly choking her on those digits as he forced her to taste the moistness he had stolen from between her friend's legs. "I see you're just as eager as your companion." he said idly as his eyes shifted down, and the filly whimpered as she flushed around the fingers in her mouth: when he drew them back, he licked his lips slowly, grinning as he half-lidded his eyes in entertainment at the sight of the liquid trail down the girl's thighs. He sat back, body flexing beneath his body armor, watching with amusement as the second girl dropped to her knees and nuzzled into his crotch. Neither girl really seemed what to do, which was almost disappointing to him. All this rebel attitude, and neither of them seemed to know their way around a cock, or how to please a stallion... nor had they caught on to the fact he was already bored with the foreplay, and the baby kisses through his boxers. "You're both pathetic." They both swallowed and looked up at him fearfully, but he only reached down and shifted back and forth to peel his boxers down, letting his sheath breathe, and his balls hang a little looser, those massive orbs throbbing in the naked air as the musk around them intensified painfully. Both girls coughed and gagged, heaving, shaking before his strong hands seized them both by their heads and yanked them against his sheath, grinding them roughly, savagely into that filthy cockpouch. They both gagged and spasmed, dyed girl pushing at him, her friend clawing into him helplessly. But he easily held them, their fingers finding no purchase against his muscle, their meaningless flailing doing nothing but entertaining him as he crushed them against his sheath and groin. "Come on. Get back to work!" He forced them deeper, into the coarse and stiff hair of his filthy crotch, pushing them down into the nook between his legs and the fat boulders of his hypervirile balls. They were swollen with his seed, bulging with veins and layered with unwashed filth, crust of sweat and cockgrime and worse coating those huge, bulging orbs. Dyed mane vomited loudly as her face mashed into his stinking sac, and then she nearly fainted, while her friend choked and gargled, but the reek of puke clearly overwhelmed her and a moment later, she puked chunks as well, leaving his huge balls dripping with their half-digested stomach contents. The stallion only looked down at them with amusement, however, mocking: "Too much for you? Too bad, sluts." He shook them both to bring them back to their senses, then mashed them slowly through their own dripping mush, growling: "Better get to cleaning my balls. The faster, the better for you two." They both shook, moaning helplessly, gurgling and whimpering, tears overspilling their eyes and streaking their teen makeup. Dyed mane mewled and whimpered, while her friend snuffled and sobbed, snot dripping from her nose, mouth shaking as she struggled through her gagging to lick up her own streams of puke and clean the filth from the stallion's thick crotchhair, slowly working her way up towards his sheath. They both aspired to be whores - and to be fair, that was all fuckmeat should ever aspire to be, in a stallion's world - but only one of them had the appropriate gifts. Too bad neither of them were ever going to get the chance to truly master these skills. He snorted in amusement at his own thoughts, pushing the two pieces of fuckmeat to work harder, to try and please him more. He felt their mouths moving upwards, not just trying to avoid the puke, but drawn, inexorably, towards his massive, jutting sheath, even though the filth that covered that wrinkled pouch of fuck-death was somehow even more vile than the gunk that splattered their balls, fresh bile included. Their tongues sank against the sides of his sheath, licked slowly up along its thick skin as the cockhead within stirred. Bit-by-bit, that massive shaft began to emerge, enticed more by the power he held over these helpless fillies rather than their feeble struggles to please him. The monster snorted as he rolled his hips, and he watched a low rumble as his own massive cock spilled out of its sheath like an avalanche of heavy flesh, both girls whimpering and drawing back for a moment as they stared in horror at how massive that flaccid horsecock was, at the heat, the filth and cockslime that dripped from it, the living beast of ruin. Dyed mane gagged again, while the other girl looked up almost pleadingly at him, but Jack only half-lidded his eyes at her as he almost gently instructed: "Use your hands. Both of them." They didn't have a choice, and they knew it: their hands moved up, gripped him, squeezed and worked his monstrous member. They both gasped and whimpered as they stroked and kneaded at that massive monster of meat, working it with their fingers, gripping, squeezing, struggling with that disgusting beast. "Come on. Do better." he growled, as he dragged their heads against his slimy godshaft, his massive member flexing and bulging with raw, terrible power and pleasure as he rocked his hips hard, his eyes burning with dominance and dark delight. They both gasped and whimpered as that huge shaft thrust between them, dyed mane moaning low in her throat, her friend clenching her eyes shut even as she licked helplessly at the fat head as the flare bulged. Her tongue traveled across thick nubs of disgusting smegma, chewy, gluey filth filling her jaws as she shook and moaned in horror, and yet her traitor body reacted with heady lust, her thighs flexing as wetness spilled down them, the nubs of her nipples almost painfully hard. They worshiped his massive member, stroked, squeezed, struggled to please it, as it only continued to fatten and harden, growing larger, larger, and larger still moment by moment as the hulking horsebeast grinned with cruel pleasure down at the helpless fucktoys. That glistening godshaft pulsed with prodigious power as he arched his back and let his head roll on his shoulders, drinking in their terror and delighting in their pain as he growled: "That's what I like to see." Dark pre spurted across the room, both fillies whimpering before dyed mane gasped out when he suddenly shifted and seized her by her pretty, colorful hair. She was slammed back-first into the wall before she was sandwiched there by his immense malehood, squealing in pain as it ground against her, shocked by how hard and heavy that pillar of meat was, and eyes widening in further horror as that four feet of monstrous malehood crushed against her before she was forcibly pushed up the wall almost to the ceiling- She realized too late what he was doing, and she kicked and flailed wildly, but it would never have been enough to stop him even if she had been resisting the whole time. He pinned her, then yanked her down with a snarl, his battering ram of a cock finding her virgin sex and impaling upwards into it with enough power to immediately dislocate her hips and obliterate her gates. She screamed as that monstrous flesh-weapon bulged her body, her head shaking, foaming at the mouth as his immensity rammed its way into the massive wound his cock had torn through her sex. Piss and blood both streamed down that behemoth beastcock as he tore higher into her and jerked her down further, the monster snarling in pleasure as his enormous erection pulsed with power as it gouged its way further into her, while her friend mindlessly watched in a stupefied daze. Dyed mane screamed again as Jack leaned into her, plowing his might harder forwards and upwards, snorting like a savage animal as he ripped his cock into her. He grinned as she screamed again, her body convulsing, her head snapping back against the wall hard enough to crack her skull, but even the pain of bone breaking was lost in the exquisite agony of her body being ripped apart from the inside out by that massive, monstrous member. He pounded viciously into her, thrusting as much of himself as he could jam into her body, bloating and bulging her with his colossal cock. His muscular form flexed beneath his armor as he bared his teeth and crushed the fucktoy into the wall as he pistoned his shaft through her bulging, tearing, ripping form. Her screams tapered off into gargling, then into silence, the only sound in the air the slap-slap-slap of his shaft crushing its way into ruined meat, the crunch of his massive balls smacking against the wall, leaving wet splatters with every strike. He thrust, forcing more of his cock into her overstretched body before he snarled in disgust and frustration at the loud ripping, the tearing, the breaking of that fucksleeve beneath the battering of his massive shaft. He grasped her roughly by her dyed mane and her side, fingers tearing at her as he arched his back, pushed his heavy, armored body forwards... then swore in disgust when his cock ripped right through her overstretched belly in a fountain of blood, sending crimson splatters up the wall, chunky viscera spraying in all directions like confetti. He crushed with the hand gripping her body as he grabbed her by the scalp and twisted viciously as he punched his cock upwards, snorting in frustration as he jammed his shaft through her devastated body and ripped her nearly in half, guts and viscera spewing from her shattered shell like candy from a pinata as her head wrenched backwards, then, with a sick tearing of flesh, came completely off. The hulking horsebeast tossed her head carelessly aside: it smacked face-first into the ground, then rolled towards the doorway, glazed eyes staring, stained with terror and bloody tears, muzzle agape in a moue of agony and dripping red-tinged foam. Her friend only stared emptily at the ruin, barely twitching even as the hulking horse crushed what little remained of the ruined fucksleeve he had exploded around his monstrous member, grasping into her, crushing and shredding her ruined meat into gory paste that splattered down around his cock and sloshed to the floor below in a red haze. He growled, then turned around, his massive, onyx shaft polished red, dripping with the gory remains and eviscerated guts of the girl he had destroyed with that monstrous battering ram of death. He looked down at the living filly, who trembled at the sight of him, but seemed to already accept her fate, her coming death, only able to stare as the hulking horse approached before he seized her by the head and flung her over the desk. She crashed with a gasp, barely catching herself before he was on top of her: his slick, massive cock ground against her back, left smears through her mane, before he roughly yanked her hips up by the tail, pushing her forwards as he dragged his cock back position his immense, bulging godcock-head at the taut entrance of her untainted asshole. That fat, flared head pushed forwards and left a red kiss of death at her asshole, and she clenched her eyes shut and arched her back, giving a quiet gasp before his hands crushed down against her as he gyrated his hips, then pushed forwards, forcing the bulging horsecock-head into her anus. She gargled, unable to even force out a scream, her body shaking violently as that oversized, blood-lubricated tower of flesh forced itself forwards, shattering her pelvis and tearing through her anal ring, impaling a massive hole through her body. Her head dropped forwards as her body visibly bulged with that tower of flesh, coughing and gargling as her hips bucked. White-hot fire filled her insides and she felt a terrible wrenching at her crotch as bones were broken and displaced, as both her anus and her vagina were shredded apart into one massive, gaping hole that he reamed mercilessly into. He snarled as he pushed down on her body, crushing her shoulders, snapping her collarbone like a twig as he rammed his hips forwards. His massive cock pounded deeper into her, stretching her further, the living condom her body had become struggling to stay in one piece around the invader that was crushing its way through her. He began to jackhammer his cock immediately, cruelly, thrusting hard and viciously through her form as he bore down on her. He leaned over the desk, grunting and drooling like an animal as her hips bucked, her body shook, streams of blood bursting from the ravaged crater in her form and vomiting out of her jaws as her eyes rolled helplessly back in her head. Her movements were automatic, and helpless, her hips rocking painfully under the duress of his thrusts more than as a response of her own will. She gurgled, then vomited a mix of hyperpotent pre and blood as he began to thrust harder and faster. She managed a garbled moan, incoherent, her mind and body both broken as her hands clenched uselessly at the edge of the desk, as she felt her entire form bulging outwards with the immensity of the potent pillar of penis pushing and pounding its way through her shattered form. His thrusts continued to pick up in power and speed as he arched his back, baring his teeth, flexing his massive, hulking frame against the confines of his armor. His hands grasped into her, jerked against her body, helping hold her together and mold her flesh tighter around his prodigious penis She gurgled again, hideous aware even as her body bloated further, bulging even larger than it should have ever been able to. Her hips bucked and her form shook as her head snapped back and forth, her limbs drumming and thumping uselessly against the desk beneath her as she was relentlessly, furiously violated by the beast of a male towering over her. He used her like less than a fleshlight: like she was a towel, a clump of kleenex that he was furiously jerking off into, careless of how well her body held together under the assault, not aware of anything but his own gluttonous desire for pleasure. It was only a few short minutes - hideously, terribly, painfully long for her - before he finally orgasmed, roaring when he reached his release, his shaft stiffening beyond the hardness of rock or metal, his gargantuan godcock shredding her body apart with each vicious slam of his mighty, massive member into her cocksleeve body. His orgasm was explosive, the first blast of his dark, thick cum erupting through her with almost volcanic force, making her stretched-out form bulge ludicrously even as dark essence sought to escape every which way it possibly could, thick sprays of his load blasting out of her mouth and nostrils, exploding out of the torn hole in her groin around his pillar of cock as it pounded relentlessly into her. Her form shook, her body groaning and tearing, the filly's form shuddering and shaking as her head wrenched back and forth as more and more dark, sticky, musky load poured into her form in thick cannonades of cum. She was aware of every moment of it, of her nerves screaming, shrieking, as her body bulged with his massive load, of her form shaking, shuddering, bloating as his fingers crushed through her skin, as wounds began to gape as her hide ripped, as spurts of dark seed escaped through holes that tore open across her body as she was stretched far beyond capacity. The filly gargled as her head wrenched back, her form shaking, shuddering- She exploded in a gory mess, cum-stained viscera and innards splattering throughout the room in a disgusting wave of blood and dark, reeking essence. The remains of the fucktoy scattered throughout the room, ruined chunks of fleshy shrapnel striking the walls and ceiling amidst the typhoon of black seed that exploded through the room and flooded the floor. The horsebeast snarled as he continued to thrust, hands clamping through the paste and gunk that was all that remained of her body onto his own cock, stroking, squeezing, furiously masturbating as his orgasm only grew in intensity, eruptions like shotgun blasts of seed smashing against the wall opposite. Finally, his orgasm slowed, the monster breathing hard as he pressed his hand into the smeared and stained tabletop, rumbling low in his throat as his pillar of cock throbbed and pulsed with power. He stood in a mess of ruin, licking his lips slowly as he arched his back carelessly before he gave a low rumble of entertainment, his eyes half-lidding as he growled: "They just don't breed good fucktoys like they used to." Ten minutes later, Jack let himself out of the abandoned office, almost eerily clean considering his activities earlier. The only trace he left behind of anything being wrong were the black and red prints his hooves left behind as he strolled down the hall and headed back down to the administration office. The secretary winced at he carelessly shoved some supervisor aside, who stumbled and caught herself, then quickly found something else to interest her when she realized what had just brushed her aside. They could all smell him: the musk, the sweat, the death, a cloying and intoxicating smell that told them he had likely... well... "Show me the teacher's roster." he ordered. The secretary nodded hurriedly, then quickly produced the file and handed it over, rambling: "Yes sir, as you can see all our teachers are nationally-certified and we only invite substitutes who are-" "Marta Skalkowzski. Skalkowzski... that's Yktoli, isn't it?" noted Jack as his eyes flicked up disapprovingly to the administrator. The secretary blanched and fumbled for an excuse, but another mare hurried forwards, saying quickly: "We would never hire anyone of foreign influence, especially not Yktoli, sir! She's always come highly recommended and told us it's merely a family name, and she is always very professional-" "Call her down. I want to speak with her. I'll use the headmaster's office." He paused, then added calmly: "I assume you also have a Young Equarians chapter here. I'd like you to call them down as well to see how to handle foreign parasites." "Y-Yessir." answered the secretary after a moment, as she traded an uneasy look with the other mare, but Jack was already heading out of the office and back into the corridor. Ten minutes later, the sub was escorted into the room, wincing as she was pushed quickly through the door by one of the school's security guards before he excused himself. As Jack had expected, she was no Equarian: she was a vixen, slender and conservatively dressed in a long skirt and a button-up, longsleeve blouse, the female fox smiling uneasily as she approached and bowed her head politely. The horse looked at her from behind the desk, his huge frame completely filling the chair, a file open in front of him. He studied her coolly, then asked calmly: "Marta Skalkowzski?" "Yes, sir." She bowed her head politely, smiling at him nervously. Her coat was red, kept prim and neat, her long blonde hair tightly tied back out of her eyes and covered by a long silken veil. Her ID badge was clipped neatly to the front of her outfit: it looked very new, and was decorated with a little Yktoli flag pin. They gave those cute little pins to foreigners and non-Equarians, and of course, parasites like the money-grubbing Yktoli, and the primitive midgets of Tamarix. You had to know who was at least pretending to be a good Equarian, after all, and who was only here to take advantage of the wealth and prosperity of their glorious nation. "I see from your file here you immigrated from Yktoli ten years ago. Do you still have attachment to your homeland?" he asked, almost casually, and the vixen kept her head down meekly even as her eyes nervously looked up at him. "N-No, sir. No, sir." she repeated, as emphatically as she could without coming across as disrespectful. "It's an honor to live in Equaria now and to be allowed to live in this great nation." The stallion grunted, then he gestured at her and asked almost contemptibly: "And to be allowed to teach?" "Yes sir." answered the fox respectfully. "I of course always remember my place here in Equaria, and my privilege. I take my post with great pride-" "And I am sure you never teach them of Yktoli culture, and you would never dream of feeding them lies such as equality, or other globalist lies." The stallion smiled at her thinly, and Marta bowed her head immediately. "No, sir. I know my place, and I am full of pride and patriotism for this mighty country. I know that I am lucky to have a seat here, at the table-" "On the floor. Which is more than a vermin-dog like you deserves." retorted the horse, and the vixen blushed and nodded before she looked uneasily over her shoulder as the door opened, and roughly a dozen neatly-uniformed students came marching in, Jack smiling as he stood up, his massive form filling the room as he remarked: "Ah, good. My guests have arrived. Is this the entire chapter of this school's Young Equarians?" "Yes sir!" piped up a filly, who saluted him quickly, standing at attention as her other comrades shuffled and stood awkwardly in varying displays of attentiveness. He was glad at least she seemed to recognize her place, and what a treat it was for a stallion like him to be visiting. "I see. I expected more pride at this school... but I see that the reports of culture rot we've been hearing have not been entirely meritless." Jack's eyes flicked with disdain to the fox, before he asked calmly: "Filly, do you recognize this... 'teacher?'" "Yes, sir." she answered, giving the vixen a look of distaste. "Miss Fox is often called to teach the juniors." 'Miss Fox' kept her mouth shut and her head down, and Jack chuckled before he asked curiously: "Often? Tell me more." It clearly emboldened the filly: the proud little girl, no older than sixteen, prim and perfect in her uniform, with her carefully-groomed coat, her pretty, long mane with traditionally-braided fetlock. In every way, a perfect young Equarian, a role-model for her kind. "I see her almost every day around the school, replacing some teacher or other who has decided to take a day off. She's always going in and out of the staff room and sometimes I see her even when she doesn't seem to be teaching a class!" The vixen bit her lip and clearly struggled not to make a response, and Jack curled his lip in amusement as he asked: "Care to defend yourself?" "No, sir. I don't need to defend myself." The Yktoli chose her words carefully, saying slowly: "I am here very often. I simply respond to the calls from the school and I am honored to be trusted by them to teach their students so frequently. Sometimes they ask me to come in and help with syllabus, or to give reports, and I value the... chance to serve my betters." "Ah, do you? In all regards?" The hulking horse sauntered towards her, and she shuddered at his smell: sweat and blood, and something vile and dank and musky, a foul reek that was... indescribable, filling her nostrils, making her lightheaded. She shivered as she looked slowly up at him when he stroked a single massive finger under her chin, as he said contemptibly: "The problem is that I don't think you truly appreciate your position here. You seem to think yourself an equal. You seem to think there's no problem with a creature like you coming in, spreading her lies and acting as an authority, a role model, for good Equarian children. I have no problem with you teaching your own kind, but you need to be reminded of your proper place in society." The fox trembled, then whispered: "P-Please, sir, I... I don't mean any disrespect, I've taught here for years, even before the... the..." "Before our national pride grew? Before Equaria began to assume its rightful place as leader of the free world, with us, the apex species, at the top of the hierarchy?" The horse grabbed her by the face, and she gasped, helplessly grasping at his wrist as her eyes filled with tears of pain and terror. "That's no excuse, you worthless cunt. The rest of your kind learned their new roles. Why can't you?" With a disdainful flick of his wrist, he flung her to the ground with a cry of pain. And now he had the attention of the Young Equarians. The filly in front watched with excitement, shivering with eagerness and anticipation as most of the rest of the group watched with varying levels of interest, and a bit of discomfort... and a few, he noted, seemed repulsed, or scared. Pathetic. Feeling compassion for Yktoli scum. He would be noting that on his report. This school was teaching a distinct lack of national pride. He stepped forwards, and sank his foot into the vixen's stomach before she could get up, sending her crashing down on her side again and grasping at herself as her breath choked out of her body. She shook violently, squirming, twitching, twisting in place with a gurgle, unable to either breathe or vomit before a hoof stomped down on her head and pinned her like the squirming bug she was as the monster said contemptibly: "You are not fit to teach. You should be shining shoes... and if you're lucky enough, using what few assets you have to service and please these hard-working Equarians. You were not meant to be a teacher and to spread your wrong ways into our culture. You were meant to be a slave, and stress-relief." The fox whimpered as she helplessly pushed at his ankle, before the stallion looked up and asked coldly: "What are the Yktoli?" "Parasites!" answered the filly immediately, saluting sharply with an arm over her chest. "They come from a greedy culture that steals from the working class to sate their own desires!" "Good." Jack twisted his hoof down on the fox, who cried out in pain before he asked calmly: "And how do they steal?" "By convincing honest, hard-working Equarians that they are entitled to our glory, that they are supposed to be treated equally, that they will make deals on our behalf." answered the filly quickly. "The Yktoli are known for the conniving ways, and their existence alone is a stain on society!" "And yet we have one right here." Jack mused, stepping off the fox's head before he reached down and picked her up, carelessly shredding her veil. Her hair fell in a messy muss around her shoulders as she whimpered, bleeding from her split lip and nose, her face swollen from the intense pressure her head had been under beneath the hoof the massive horsebeast. The filly scowled in agreement, before one of the colts rose his hand and asked hesitantly: "But isn't she a teacher? We were told to respect our teachers, sir-" "Well, clearly the school has failed you by selecting an improper teacher for this institution. It's little wonder I see such weakness even in the thin ranks of the Young Equarians, no matter what your... strong little leader has done for you." The horsebeast licked his lips as he gave a slight smile to the filly, who blushed happily, clasping her hands together and looking up at the mighty stallion with shining eyes. "Luckily for all of you, this is precisely why I was sent here today. To rectify this problem." "P-Please..." The fox started, before her eyes bulged in agony when the stallion responded by slamming his fist into her stomach hard enough to make her legs curl up and her arms almost comically flap, gagging, choking for a moment before she was flung down to the ground. He stepped forwards and slammed his hoof into her face, knocking her sprawling in a spray of blood before he stomped down on her chest, pinning her like the bug she was beneath his hoof as he said with disgust: "Some of you see a person. I do not. I see a parasite. I see a cockroach, in the form of a vermin-dog." The fox writhed helplessly beneath his hoof, before she flinched when he spat on her face, saying callously: "But she has lied to you and told you tales, made you believe she is equal, that she is worthy of respect. But these are simply ways that the Yktoli ingratiate themselves to good, hard-working Equarians, and how they take advantage of you, drag you down into believing that they are equal to you, that they are not simply taking advantage of your prosperity, or doing all they can to set themselves up as your superior. "After all, why do you think this vermin-dog has set herself up here as a teacher?" asked the horse calmly, as he twisted his hoof, tearing her blouse, bruising the skin beneath as she gasped in pain. "Indoctrination. Using this school to work her Yktoli manipulations, to sneak her foulness into your mind." The filly nodded quickly along in agreement: the rest of the Young Equarians weren't quite as enthusiastic, but only one or two showed any signs of being hesitant to embrace this truth. And the stallion snorted as he reached down and seized his prey by the wrist, holding her up in front of them as she dangled and whimpered, a bloody mess, blouse half-hanging open, body shivering as he remarked callously: "This is meat. This is a toy, a slave. This is not your equal, not even worthy of being called 'pet!'" He shook her once, then tossed her to the ground in front of them, the vixen trembling and whimpering as she lay on her stomach. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to push herself up, struggling to breathe before the stallion ordered coldly: "I want each of you to step on this vixen as if she is a bug. I want you to understand that she is nothing but a parasite, and she deserves to be treated as such." Much of the group hesitated: natural, Jack thought with entertainment. Both because they were children who had clearly been manipulated by this Yktoli whore, but also because they had been taught to respect authority, and the school had been stupid enough to put this vermin-dog in a position of such. But her 'authority' came from lies, and it was a crime that this parasite had been allowed to elevate herself into a position over even the meanest of Equarian blood. The leader of the Young Equarians, however, didn't hesitate like her friends. She stepped forwards, then stomped once, twice on her face, baring her teeth, her eyes almost glowing with delight and savagery. The vixen cried out in shock and pain, then gasped and flinched back, half-covering herself even as she rasped: "I don't blame you... I forgive you, I know that-" "Do not speak, dog!" snarled the filly, as she stomped viciously down on the fox's head, crunching her fingers against her skull as her hoof bore down into the parasite. Jack smiled, resting his hands on his hips and nodding approvingly, as the filly hissed: "Yktoli... cunt!" "Good." Jack said, before he gestured calmly for her to step back as he said easily: "Now that you've shown your herd the way, let's see what they can do." A few of the Young Equarians showed promise, but the rest were disappointing, and one failed entirely, unable to bring himself to more than shake his head miserably. Jack responded by slapping the pathetic excuse for an Equarian and then shoving him away, snorting in disgust as he said contemptibly: "Do you see that? That is what the Yktoli do. They make you weak. They fill your head with lies. Did she suck your cock, gelding? Did she promise you riches? Or are you just so weak and stupid that you really believe this vermin-dog, this gutter-hound, is somehow your equal?" The colt simply choked back his sobs and covered his face. What a miserable, pathetic showing, Jack thought with disgust, flexing a hand. But then he turned his eyes to the filly, the leader of the Young Equarians, the fine girl who knew exactly her place and her role. She smiled up at him, wanting to please him, to service him... she clearly knew where she belonged in a stallion's world. The girl reached forwards, took his arm, slid herself a little closer to him. And he smiled at her before she asked him humbly: "What shall we do with the vermin-dog, sir?" "This meat?" Jack looked down at the bloody vixen. She was beaten and ruined... originally, he had thought about fucking her, but now? She looked too broken to be of any use, so he simply snorted before he brought his hoof forwards over her head and this time, pressed firmly down. She gave one last squeal that choked off a moment before there was a mushy crunch, and the filly almost drooled at the sight of his huge hoof snuffing out the vixen's life with the same ease he'd put out the butt of a cigarette, the huge stallion smiling as he twisted his hoof slowly in the gory remains of the Yktoli skullmeat. He paused, then grasped the filly by the mane as he stepped his bloody hoof forwards, looking out at her compatriots and ordering: "Lick it clean." They swallowed, traded nervous looks, but the filly began to immediately kneel before she gasped when she was tugged almost teasingly up by her mane, before she flushed when he slid a hand beneath her, gripping her by the crotch with two fingers, feeling the wetness of her panties as he grinned and licked his lips as he cradled her in one powerful arm. "Not you. You've proven yourself... as for the rest of you, however..." The stallion pushed his hoof forwards, smearing blood and brain matter across the floor as he commanded: "Get cleaning. I won't ask again." The Young Equarians traded looks, then one-by-one, dropped to the floor and crawled towards his hoof. They gripped his powerful leg and licked at it, trembling and shaking, struggling to please his might and majesty as they looked helplessly up at the god-like hulk of a horse. The filly curled against him, shivering in pleasure, legs spread and delighted as she arched her back, her eyes half-closing as she almost purred and rocked her hips. She gave a low moan of pleasure, gasping out in delight as she rode his strong hand, flushed with excitement in his grip as she arched herself into his arm. The massive horsebeast rumbled low in his throat, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at the crowd of Young Equarians all struggling to get a taste of his hoof, to polish and worship it as their hands grasped at him helplessly. He hoped this help them realize what a true Equarian was like: none of them had an ounce of his potential, but perhaps one day they could at least pretend they were proper stallions and mares, and work to lift up others in the image of the alphahorse. He smiled coldly down at the helpless students as they shuddered and whimpered, faces and tongues stained with drool and the remains of the vixen's exploded head. They were pathetic, he thought. It was a good thing Equaria had stallions like him to take the lead, and cull the weak from the herd.