Anthro-American Studies

An Old Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[m/f, anthro, equine, bondage, professor/student, anthro/human, heartless dom, pet play, dehumanization, dubious consent, unreasonable insertion, farcical premise, abusive jerk, aftercare]

Professor Bret Corlais looked out over the slowly growing throng of students filling the lecture hall. The equine’s ears twitched, catching bits of conversation here and there, searching through the din for any tasty tidbit that might help alleviate the mire of monotony that was the life of a lecturer. A troubling rut of boredom and restlessness had taken hold of Corlais as of late, and the professor was growing desperate for a way to alleviate it.

His ears twitched again, picking up a chuckling whisper. “Delicious Dee,” the hushed voice said. Corlais had heard that name before, in the gossip of the anthro students. The so- called Delicious Dee was a human girl, one of the affectionately termed “fur-chasers,” a human with a thing for anthro intercourse. An understandable little perversion, given the no doubt exotic nature of anthros from the human perspective.

Corlais understood perfectly, in fact, he himself being a bit of a skin-lover. More difficult for a professor to indulge than for the fortunate students, which was one source of his pent-up state. It wasn’t that it was difficult to get a girl interested, but the difficulty of managing a student-professor dalliance made it a headache to maintain, and less appealing overall. Corlais had gotten a couple of the comelier female professors into bed, but his particular tastes in that area generally limited such trysts to a one-night stand.

Brown eyes searched through the crowd to find the source of the whisper, then followed the staring grins of the boys to the front row, and a girl sitting there. She was cute. Petite, with a subtly athletic build. Short, dark hair. Dark eyes behind small glasses that sat well on her face. Dressed in a little jumper and a medium-length skirt, knee-high socks hugging her toned, slender legs.

By the professor’s estimation, the moniker was entirely appropriate. She looked

positively delectable. Perhaps this semester would offer some relief after all.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two weeks later, Corlais already felt confident about his chances with Delicious Dee.

Sweet little Delilah was an eager student, if endearingly shy. She would hang around after class for more information on the day’s lecture, and at his suggestion had come to his office hours a few times. On these occasions the professor would stand unnecessarily close, often leaning over the girl. Her reaction was encouraging, to say the least. Her breath would quicken, and she would tense and squirm just a bit. He noticed her biting her lip fairly often, and when he found an excuse to actually place a firm hand on her shoulder she would struggle (and fail) to suppress a gasp or shudder. And she kept coming back, more eager every time, apparently just to listen to his voice. It was time to make a move.

“Much as I enjoy our talks,” Corlais said with sincerity, though the conversation was not the part he enjoyed. “Office hours are really for matters directly related to the coursework.”

Delilah looked crestfallen, but accepted what she assumed was coming with admirable calm. “Oh. I understand, professor. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up your time.”

Corlais smiled, and dropped his heavy hand lightly on her slender shoulder. “If you’d like to talk more, we’ll just have to find an alternative. You’d be welcome to visit me at my home, of course. There are a few things in my personal collection I’m sure you’d find interesting.”

The tinge of seductive innuendo in the equine’s tone fell just short of being subtle, and Delilah’s cheeks grew hot as she stumbled over her words for a moment before agreeing.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was a little after 5pm at the home of Professor Bret Corlais. He had insisted that

Delilah call him Bret when they weren’t at school, which she did with a shy smile. That was two glasses of wine ago. Now, Bret had his tongue down the girl’s throat and one hand under her shirt while they were pressed together on his couch, all pretenses dropped. He knew what she wanted, and was all too happy to give it to her. As he moved his other hand from her knee up her thigh, snaking below her skirt, Bret wondered if this one would actually be happy when she got what she came for. The girl was already drenched when he pulled her panties aside and slid a thick finger into her, pumping steadily while he worked his thumb around her little pink nub.

Dee was panting when he let her up at last, her face flushed and her lower lip quivering.

Her glasses and clothes were askew, and her hair was starting to stick to her forehead with sweat. Gorgeous, the stud thought to himself. “Are you ready for the next part?” he asked, gently brushing the side of her face.

“Mmhm,” she nodded, raw lust in her eyes as she bit her lip nervously.

I doubt it, he thought. But hey, she’d said yes. Taking her by the hand, he led her down the hall to a door, opened it, and motioned for her to go in first. Delilah descended the stairs into the equine’s basement, the large stallion shutting the door behind them before following closely, his heavy hands on Dee’s narrow shoulders. At the bottom, Delilah stopped to look around.

“Oh. Um…” she started to say, seeing the professor’s collection of specialized gear and equipment. He didn’t give her a chance to finish the thought, turning her around and forcing her back into a deep kiss, which she returned eagerly, the dungeon behind her momentarily forgotten. He walked her deeper in, making her step backwards and steering her right where he wanted her. Her butt stopped on a heavy oak table, and he lifted her up onto it so he could press his crotch to hers, letting her feel the hot swelling of his bulge against her.

“I’m going to take you now,” he told her, pulling away from the kiss and looking her in the eyes. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fill you, completely?”

Dee whimpered and nodded. “Yes…” she breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. With haste, he started roughly pulling off her clothes while kissing at her neck and grinding against her, not giving her a moment to really think. As he stripped her naked, he also grabbed things from the table to replace her clothing. A cuff for each wrist and ankle, and a collar for her pretty little neck. He’d guessed her size for the collar pretty well. Last, he grabbed a blindfold and slid it over her eyes while kissing her. Perfect.

With ease, he lifted Dee from the table and carried her, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms hugged behind his neck. He set her onto another table, one with a padded surface and some extra attachments. It was also at the perfect height. “Lie back and hold still,” he commanded, pushing her to her back with gentle but insistent pressure. She went down without resistance. “You’re so beautiful,” he crooned. “Such a good girl, Dee. Very good.” He first positioned her legs, spread wide and locked into stirrups on the table. Then he knelt between her legs and lapped at her with his long, flat tongue, scraping it across her clit. She moaned and writhed in appreciation, blindfolded and giving herself to the experience. Bret kissed his way up her torso, moving around the table while he did so. Another strap from the table went over her waist. Then he got to her head and their lips locked together again. While they kissed, he positioned her arms, locking them to the table at her sides. Lastly, he clipped her collar to a strap on the table. She wouldn’t even be able to sit up.

And best of all, they were alone. Bret lived in the hills. His nearest neighbor was a half- mile away, and due to the frowned-upon nature of their meeting, Dee had told her friends she was going home for the weekend. She was his. He stepped away and disrobed, laying out his clothes on another nearby table. Dee’s clothing had been tossed carelessly around the floor like the useless trappings they were.

Finally ready, the big stallion moved up between his helpless partner’s legs, and let the full mass of his horsecock rest on her belly, the base right on top of her wet flower. Delilah gasped, and tried to lift her head. Finding she couldn’t, she tested to see how much she could move her arms and legs. It wasn’t very much. “Um…” she whimpered.

“Relax, pet…” Bret cooed. “You’re definitely going to want to relax.” He reached forward to push her blindfold up away from her eyes, savoring the way they blinked and darted around. She kept trying to look down the length of her body, but wasn’t able to lift her head enough to do so.

“I… I can’t see it,” she told him.

“You don’t need to see it,” he said, and started to slide the massive length back and forth across her belly, dragging it across her stiff pleasure button. “You can feel it. And you’re going to feel all of it.”

“I don’t… I don’t think I can,” she panted.

“Easy, pet… Trust me, you can. I’ll help you. I’ve done this before. Just relax…” He put his huge palms on her waist, and as he slid his dick up and down across her belly his hands ventured higher, teasing and caressing and massaging her. The lusty girl moaned and writhed under his attention, limbs straining at their bonds, but not out of desire to escape. Now, just one last piece, and preparation would be complete. Bret picked up the ball gag that hung from the side of the specialized table, and leaned forward over Delilah, pressing his warm, heavy sack into her puffed up labia.

“There’s one more thing I have to do before we start,” he whispered, kissing at her neck. “Okay?”

Delilah mewled under his expert ministration, her body running on high and growing desperate. “Okay…” she breathed.

It was the last thing she’d be able to say all night. And she certainly wasn’t going to be saying stupid things like “no” or “stop” any time soon. Bret pushed the ball into her mouth and secured the strap behind her head quickly. Her eyes flashed up at him with a streak of sudden fear. That was probably healthy, he reasoned. The girl was in way too deep. And soon, he was going to be very deep in her. He just hoped she could actually handle it. Bret had a problem, that being that he found it impossible to achieve orgasm unless he was completely, fully, balls-deep inside a woman. Given his gifted size, it was not an easy feat. But the stallion was no quitter. A fresh new chance at release had offered herself up to him, and he planned to make good use of it.

Everything in place, Bret took just a moment to apply a bit of lube to the entirety of his shaft, and then pressed the flared tip of his monstrous member to her lower lips. Delilah moaned and arched in her bonds, but the horse was focused. He made sure the angle was right, and started to push, slowly at first and then with rising pressure. With his hands grasping Dee’s hips, the professor shoved harder and harder into his young student while she whined and shook her head side to side, helpless by her own surrender to his deviant desires. At last, the flare pushed past the entrance and jammed into her moist tunnel, stretching her wide as it dragged across every conceivable angle inside her. Bret didn’t want to waste time, and started rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting into her and forcing his throbbing cock in just the slightest bit more each time. Deeper and deeper, Delilah’s eager young pussy filled out completely by the intruding stallion.

After several minutes, Bret felt as if he wasn’t making much progress any more. He looked down at how much more was left to go, and grumbled in frustration. He pulled out and applied some more lube, while Delilah panted and writhed on the table. Her eyes shot wide with a muffled cry when he shoved it back in, aiming deeper and not about to take no for an answer.

He hammered into the girl harder; not fast, but with unrelenting force. She had to stretch. He would make her fit him. Harder and deeper, pounding over and over again. Dee’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her body quaked in orgasm. Bret grunted at the sudden tightening around him, but welcomed the gush of her juices. He never eased off, continuing his quest to bury every last inch of himself in this foolish little fur-slut.

The equine tried different angles. Longer thrusts, shorter thrusts. Sometimes just forcing it in as deep as he could go and keeping on the pressure for a while. Dee screamed and squirmed, her cries muffled by the ball gag, as were the words she tried to shout at him. After the first hour, she stopped trying to make words at all, and simply wailed with a faltering voice. Bret stopped now and then, catching his breath and drinking from a sports bottle, but he only pulled out to apply lubrication. This was old hat, and the stallion was in impeccable shape. He hammered away mercilessly, forcing her to accommodate him. Delilah, for all her thrashing, came again. Several times, in fact. Bret figured she must be some kind of masochist, and that suited him just fine. He wasn’t done yet.

Bret had made headway, but he’d hit a wall. It just wasn’t getting any deeper. The only give he could feel was her cervical wall starting to relent under his constant siege. Frustrated and desperate, the horse looked down at the girl and considered the option. He could break her, force himself straight into her womb. She might never recover, but would it get him deep enough to finally find his precious release? After thinking it over, mentally measuring the remaining length, Bret decided that even that might not do the trick. All this time and energy, a waste.

Well, there was one other avenue to try. He pulled out of the spent girl, who mewled and twitched incoherently. Dee’s eyes were unfocused, drifting around randomly. Well, that’s convenient, at least, he thought. She’s too addled to resist.

With practiced hands, Bret undid Delilah’s bonds and lifted her from the table into his broad arms. She leaned against him and mumbled some nonsense into her ball gag, eyes still having trouble focusing. He took her over to a padded sawhorse and placed her on it face-down, securing her limbs to the posts. Taking a minute to catch his breath, Bret got a new water bottle and prepared himself for the next attempt. While he recovered, so did Dee, at least somewhat. Her breathing was less ragged, and she was able to lift her head and look around a little.

She mumbled something over the gag, and Bret took his place behind her. “What’s that, pet?” he asked. “No no, it’s not over. I’m afraid I just couldn’t make it happen that way. But don’t worry, I’m still going to pump you full of my spunk until the well runs dry. One way or another…” He applied a fresh coat of lube to his mammoth shaft. Then he stuck the tip of the bottle right into Delilah’s vulnerable little anus, and squeezed it hard, splashing the lubricant up into her backside. Dee stiffened and shouted over the gag, but Bret kept moving quickly. “You’ll want to relax for this,” he advised, and pressed his flared tip right into the new target hole. Still frustrated after all the effort leading to nothing, the big stallion wasted no time being gentle, and forced his cock into her ass with one great lunge. Delilah’s back arched and her limbs all strained as she cried out, shaking her head frantically.

Ignoring her completely, Bret kept on pushing, pumping his hips in steady, driving thrusts. She was much tighter back there, and it slowed his progress considerably, but with a bit of building confidence he was at least able to enjoy the delicious sensation of her stretching slowly around him, spreading to accommodate him as he thrust deeper and deeper.

Bret kept hammering away, bucking into her backside in his desperate quest for complete penetration. Delilah wailed and moaned and kicked and strained, and more than once, she came hard. After a while her head just hung off the other end of the sawhorse, drool dripping out around the ball gag while her legs continued to jerk in time with Bret’s relentless pounding.

Suddenly, Bret’s eyes widened, and he looked down. He’d felt the base brush up against her pert, rounded ass! So very close! With a burst of bestial vigor, he doubled his efforts and slammed into her with unbridled, primal need. It was enough to rouse Delilah from her haze, bringing out a whole new round of moans and cries and screams. At last, AT LAST, Bret’s hips were smashing against Dee’s, the entirety of his unreasonable girth buried in her ass. With a shuddering whinny, the pent-up equine hit his peak, his long shaft pumping load after load of his hot spunk into the trembling girl. He held it in, panting and quivering through his orgasm.

“Bliss… Sweet, unbearable release,” Bret sighed. “My girl, you are an angel.” Dee’s head lolled; the girl delirious. Worn out himself, Bret just stayed where he was, blissfully balls-deep, and recovered his breath. The whole torrid scene played out in his mind all over again, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. It had been heavenly, a labor of love with a supremely satisfying conclusion. Oh, if only he could do this more often.

That huge horsecock, which had been deflating inside Delilah’s rectum, twitched. Bret realized that he had taken so long reveling that he was actually getting hard again. The stallion looked down at the panting, practically unconscious girl, and at the point where her ass swallowed his cock. “Well, while I’m here…” he mused to himself, licking his lips. “Hush now, pet. This won’t take any time at all…”

His hands gripping her waist, Bret started moving his hips again, this time savoring the feeling of sliding in and out, safe in the knowledge that he could get back to that special point whenever he wanted. Eyes glazed and distant, Dee simply grunted with each plunging thrust, her limbs now limp save for reflexive spasms. Bret treasured the experience, luxuriating in fucking her all over again, and actually made himself hold off a bit when he started to near his peak, waiting until his resolve finally crumbled before shoving his fuckmeat fully into Delilah once more, draining his balls as he pumped his liquid heat into her.

Finally, he withdrew. This next part wasn’t his favorite, but he didn’t really mind it. It was important, another key part of the process. First, he removed Dee’s gag, letting her breathe easily for the first time since they’d begun. Next, he carefully removed her cuffs and collar, and despite his own exhaustion hefted the girl into his arms and carried her to the shower, where there was a bench. He washed them both, taking special care around her abused areas. The warm water splashing on her face managed to wake Dee a little, but her mind was still a complete haze. She looked up at him, eyes struggling to focus, and tried to register what was going on. There was no chance of her being able to walk, so after carefully toweling them off, Bret once more carried her up the stairs out of the basement, then up to the second floor and the extra bedroom. It was well after dark outside. Two large glasses of water were already waiting on the nightstand next to the bed, along with some painkillers. He got her to drink one glass of water, but the pills were for the morning. Delilah was still trembling when he slid her under the covers and climbed in beside her, positioning them so that her head rested on his shoulder. His huge hand petted her gently, and he hummed a calming little lullaby until her eyes closed and she was asleep. The stallion clicked off the light and closed his own eyes, feeling utterly fantastic as he drifted off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next Monday, Dee wasn’t in class. Bret wasn’t surprised. He’d served her breakfast and taken her home the morning after their little tryst, but she hadn’t spoken a word the whole time. Just silently been led around, apparently still in a daze. He was a bit more accustomed to tears and outrage, but it wasn’t a shocking reaction by any stretch. He’d given her the collar he’d picked out for her, as a keepsake. A shame he probably wouldn’t be seeing her in class anymore. Dee was a very bright student, if a bit distracted. Sure enough, she wasn’t there Wednesday or Friday, either, and the professor put it out of his head. He was feeling better than he had in months, after all.

Friday night, he was reading in his living room when the doorbell rang. The sun had just set. Looking out the entry window, Bret saw a cab pulling away. He opened the door, and there was Delilah. She was dressed in her usual fashion, skirt and blouse, but sported a scarf around her neck against the evening chill.

“Delilah?”

She didn’t say anything. Just looked at the ground and fiddled with her hands. Bret wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he invited her in. If the girl wasn’t in her right mind, the least he could do was call another cab to pick her up. He escorted her to the couch and she sat down, hands still fiddling in her lap.

Bret took a seat in a chair across from her. “Delilah? Was there something you wanted to say? Something you wanted to ask me?”

“You hurt me,” she said softly after a few seconds’ hesitation. “Yes. And if I recall, you enjoyed it greatly.”

“Do you have to do that? Do you have to… hurt people?”

Bret scratched under his chin. “No, Delilah. What I need is to achieve complete penetration. The entire length of my penis, completely enveloped by a woman. That is what I need. It is never comfortable.”

Her face flushed a bit, and she looked at her hands. “You… You did that to me?” “Yes. It took a long time.”

“I don’t… I don’t even remember that part. Not… clearly. It all goes fuzzy and dark.” “I’m not surprised. You were senseless by the end. Why are you here, Delilah?”

Dee’s face turned a harsh crimson. She lifted her shaking hands up to her neck, and removed her scarf. Underneath, she was wearing the collar he had given her. Bret slowly rose to his feet, mouth hanging open just a bit. “Why are you here, Delilah?” he asked again, softer.

“I w-wa… I want to...” She was trembling so badly she had to adjust her glasses. “I want to remember it this time,” she breathed.

Bret walked over to her, and took hold of her shaking hands. She looked up at him, quivering and terrified. “You won’t,” he told her. “Not this time. Maybe not for a few times more.  It might take a while to break you in. But I will.”

Delilah shuddered. He lifted her to her feet, and pulled her tight up against him, still staring down at her.

“I am going to shape you, Delilah,” he said, folding the fingers of one hand around her young neck. “I am going to mold you into the perfect little sleeve for my cock. You are going to be mine. My sweet little pet. Is that what you want to hear?”

The trembling girl nodded, letting out a whimper.

“Then go downstairs, take off your clothes, and throw them in the trash. You don’t need those anymore. Go.”

On shaky legs, Dee turned and went to obey. Bret watched her go, grinning. A live-in set of holes? A willing slave to his desires? He’d never imagined anything so sweet could ever come his way. There would be some details to figure out, of course, but those could come later. It was the weekend. It was time to break in his new toy.