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The bull cop stared at me impassively from across the desk, his big brown eyes hard and full of scorn. I dropped mine to my hooves, tail swishing in fear. I could feel the sweat dripping from my coat.

"You got any explanation colt?"

"I...I..."

"Cat got your tongue?"

I swallowed and let out a little nicker of shame. My eyes screwed up, and I felt a tear slowly drop down my cheek.

"Nah..."

"So was this your first time?"

I nodded fast and, I hoped, sincerely. His eyes clouded further if possible, and his muzzle screwed up into a snarl.

"Stop fucking lying to me colt. You have done this at least the last two days, am I right?"

Now I was terrified, eyes wide, staring at him. I swallowed, ears flat on my skull, and nodded jerkily.

"H...how..."

"So tell me then, what's your explanation? Why do you do it?"

With a sigh I resigned myself to the trial. If I avoided a real trial it would be worth it. The bull ha hinted at that possibility, that he might take it easy on me if I cooperated. So I guess I had better cooperate.

"It was the sea breeze."

"Yeah, they all say that colt..."

"Honest!"

Well, mostly the sea breeze.

****

The waves were fucking awesome, but almost too big for me. Still, as a city colt who loved to surf, how could I resist those waves? After all, I had begged my parents to take me to this sleepy seaside town for a holiday entirely on the basis of the write up the waves had gotten in my favourite surfing blog.

The blog had been right on the money too, fucking awesome and reliable, if a bit wild. Out in the water I felt invincible though, mane streaming behind, water crashing over my body. Working out at the school gym had begun to really pay off this year, my chest and shoulders bulging with muscle and allowing me to power through the shore break and out the back where I belonged. No more boogy boarding little colt. A stallion at home in the waves.

But fuck I felt knackered when I came in and collapsed on the sand.

There were not many folks around, but enough to annoy me. I liked solitude after a long surf, and quiet. Chest heaving, muscles on the ragged edge of lactose induced cramps, that wobbly feeling in my thighs as I heaved up the beach with my board under my arm. I needed a rest, and a chance to enjoy the sun.

I had gone exploring a bit the previous day, and found the little glade behind the dunes, a patch of sand surrounded by scrub and dune grasses, just a small indentation in the sand. About perfect for one stallion, with my hooves poking into the grass. I smiled at the sudden decision, and picked up my gear and walked inland.

When I lay my towel on the sand and collapsed on it, eyes to the sky, I watched the clouds scud past in the perfect blue sky and let out a whinny of satisfaction. My board shorts felt a bit scratchy, probably picked up a load of sand when I got dumped in the shorebreak coming in, and I debated with myself on the obvious solution before giving a little grin and doing something I'd always wanted but never had the courage to do.

Boardshorts and briefs off, to join my t-shirt in the sand, beside my bag and water bottle. A naked stallion under the sky. Just as nature intended, right?

The sun beat down on me, heating my coat. I could feel the sensation of water evaporating, cooling me, the sensation tickling my nipples. I moaned, just as a gust of breeze made it worse, playing in my feathering and with my mane, and making my coat tingle. Nobody was around; relax colt.

It took a second for me to realise that the breeze and the sun had other effects. I felt a mass on my belly, and looked away from the perfect sky to see my cock had dropped, the flare wide and pulsing, my piss slit staring back and demanding attention. I looked around like a thief in the night. Nothing; well, what the hell...

In truth I loved a good wank after a surf. There was something about the way all my muscles tingled after a hard session in the water, and the way my cock felt in my hand then too. Like now, but magnified tenfold by the sheer delicious danger of doing this out here, under the sun, with the breeze wafting around my exposed scrotum.

"Fuuuuuck..."

The first stroke was magic. As usual I started with a firm grip just under my flare, feeling the bulk of my cock, then slid down to my sheath. I cupped my balls, hefting their weight, feeling the heat and the rolling need. My other hand found a nipple, twisting, gentle then rough, and I slid my hand up again, over the flare, rubbing in a slow corkscrew on the sensitive head. I felt the heat building, my eyes closed as my mind wandered to thoughts of my best mate Dylan in the changerooms at school after rugby practice. His ass, exposed, flexing as he pulled off his footy shorts, his broad muscled wolf back, his cock poking just a little from his sheath. Trying not to get caught, saving the memories for later back in my bed, cock just like this, aching...

I heard it but didn't register at first, because of the breeze. But it was there all right.

The sound of heavy breathing.

I stopped, caught like some satyr in mid fornication, cock up and aching, eyes closed, body tense like a bow, balls churning. I felt a drip of precum hit my belly, making my abdominals clench, and I remained stock still.

Then there was a groan, low, growling.

"Oohhhfuck colt...please don't stop..."

I nickered, wishing for this to end all right. But also feeling a heat come over me that had nothing to do with the sun.

"You are so fucking hot..."

Now the heat was nuclear, and it went straight to the head of my cock. I moaned, hearing that voice. My face burned, cheeks aglow. That voice...low, husky, and undoubtedly sincere. Hearing someone say that about me...

There was a new sound now too. A smacking, squelching sound. The sound of someone jacking off. The heavy breathing returned, and gasping moans. And that voice. But the sound of fist on cock was even hotter, the most sincere appreciation anyone had ever paid me.

"Oh fuck you make me so horny..."

My hand moved, slowly exploring the full length of my shaft. Not my usual way, I usually went for rubbing on my flare mostly, but I felt the audience deserved a good show. I played up for him too, making it last, edging and backing off, precum drooling from my piss slit now fat wide and angry. My flare felt like it was on fire.

"So close..."

I was too, my hand cupping my nuts squeezing harshly now and then...new territory for me, feeling under to find my pucker tight and twitching. One finger, pressing experimentally, testing, probing, and suddenly entering, and I whinnied and my body went into spasm, muscles bunched, and I shot, the first spray going over my head, the second hitting my muzzle, a long line hanging from my chin to my sternum, while the remaining spurts coated my chest and belly.

I heard an answering growl from the scrub, and cry, and grunts of pleasure. My companion had his own ending.

Lying there, cum coating my body, I removed as much as I could with my fingers, before licking some off my finger. I tasted my own cum, the sea, and the musky funk of my own ass. My mane shook and I groaned, with an answering groan from the side.

"Ohhfucking hell..."

Suddenly daring I turned, only to set off a scrambling in the bushes. I caught a glimpse of a large form, brown fur, and white teeth. Then nothing.

"Fuck!"

It was about as eloquent as I ever got, and the best I could come up with at the time. I ended up taking a swim to clean the cum out of my coat and mane, the water swirling round my body, caressing like my hands. Every nerve seemed on fire, even though I had just shot the biggest load of my life. I resolved to take care of that when I got back to the beachhouse, and never come back again.

My resolve lasted all of 24 hours of course, and the next day back I came, not really knowing what I expected. The sun felt as perfect, the breeze as welcoming, and my cock dropped just as casually, hardening in an instant into a perfect pillar of equine erection. I gasped at the first touch, my cock unusually sensitive, my senses on fire, ears swivelling.

And the heavy breathing was back.

I had learned my lesson though from yesterday. No looking; I was to be seen, but not see. And I realised it was fucking hot that way. I could imagine it was my mate Dylan, wolf cock hard and angry red, knot swollen, stroking his meat watching me, tongue out drooling at the thought of what he wanted to do with me. The fact that in reality I would be too terrified to do anything and probably bolt was no problem. Here in this little glade I could be the stallion of my dreams, and my admiring audience anyone I wanted.

Edging for what seemed forever, I decided to play with my admirer a little.

"Do you want me to cum?"

"Ohh yes please..."

"Do you want me to cum bad?"

"Ohhhfuck you know it..."

"Tell me how good I look then."

It was a bold gamble, and I heard him draw in a breath. Then he spoke, voice catching.

"You are hotter than the hottest guy I have been with colt. I want you so much. I want to have you, I want to have you mine to do whatever I want with. I want to feel every inch of your body, I want your cock..."

"Do you want it bad?"

"Ohhh so fucking bad..."

"What would you do with me?"

"I would tie you down, handcuffed to the bed..."

My mind spiralled now, out of control. This was going into weird places, hot places, ones that I barely dared face. It was a secret kink of mine, one I desperately wanted to test one day. When I was good and ready of course...

"Then I would suck your tip, just the tip, and stroke your body, all over, your nips, your belly, your chest, your shoulders, and finally your nuts. I would edge you so long you begged me to let you cum, and I would tease you with my ass and then take you to the hilt in my hole and ride you with a paw on your balls squeezing you to stop you cumming and...."

I lost it, spraying the sand, the droplets hitting with enough force to sound like coconuts dropping from the palms. A long torrent of colt cum, the tang filling my nostrils, filling the air all round the little glade. I had shot out my nuts, the cum so hard my head spun. I lay there panting, listening to the sound of frantic fist slapping and grunting from the brush.

His orgasm was no less wild than mine it sounded, starting with low groans of yes and ending with a snarling yell. I caught a whiff of cum again, bear this time. That explained the shape, and the brown coat I guess...

"Please...let me have a souvenir..."

I chuckled. "What?"

"Your boxer briefs..."

Looking at the little pile of wet clothes, I saw my boxer briefs, grey and rumpled next to my boardshorts. I would kind of miss them, I thought, but well...

I used them to wipe the cum from my belly and left them on the sand, walking back to the beachouse commando, my cock still swinging under the fabric the head rubbing roughly on it and making my ass tingle. I jacked out a second load with my fingers buried in my ass, back to the wall, legs over my muzzle, and my cock tip lodged between my lips. Another first...another brainsnapping first, and it felt fucking magnificent.

****

The bull was still looking at me, frowning, eyes now on my groin. I realised the memories had done their work, my shorts tented obscenely. I placed my hands over it, but it just seemed to draw attention to it.

"Really colt..."

"I'm sorry..."

"No you aren't. You like it, don't you..."

I looked at him, half defiant, half ashamed and nodded. The tears were back.

"Yeah...I like being watched..."

He shook his head, a disgusted grunt my only response.

"You realise I should charge you, public indecency, the whole bit. Fingerprints, court, your parents..."

"Oh fuck! Please!"

My mane shook, and I curled up in a ball of horror. Oh fuck, my traitorous cock...

"Tell me kid, honestly, is this the first time you did anything like this?"

"Yes."

"What else have you done?"

"Nothing..."

"Really?"

The true shame hit now. The worst.

"I'm too shy..."

He laughed, great gales of laughter, and I found myself laughing a little too. It sounded so stupid, but it was true. This was safe...safer anyway. Till now.

"Well, there is a price to pay colt."

"A fine?"

"Sort of...now strip."

I blinked rapidly several times. He sat there impassive as only a bovine can be, watching me. For the first time I noticed something too; his groin bulged, massive, impressive even for a minotaur. I swallowed, my sensitive nose taking in the scent of bull musk.

"But..."

"I thought you like to be watched kid. Strip. Give me a show. After all, that was what you were doing when I discovered you in the scrub behind the beach before. You weren't shy then, so why be now?"

Swallowing hard, I obeyed, dropping my boardshorts. I was commando, still. It seemed right.

He laughed again.

"Eager, aren't you colt..."

I was also dropped already. I cupped my nuts, hefting the sac, and my cock swung to attention, slapping my belly. I looked at the bull, his big meaty hands now busy, one stroking his length through his uniform pants, the head so fat it looked like he had a tennis ball in his shorts. The other twisted swung his truncheon, leisurely, by the leather strap.

"Go on..."

I closed my eyes, like before, and imagined Dylan in the buff. Erect; magnificent, male..."

"Oohhh yeah colt...like that..."

A different voice, hotter even than the bear at the beach. Like liquid fire over my body, down my throat, into my guts, my hole. His desk made strange noises, the wood straining under his bulk as he sat on the edge and jacked off into his shorts watching me, the massive bull's bulk straining its carrying capacity as much as his cock strained the capacity of his uniform trousers. I heard him hiss as I stroked the flare, feeling the building heat in my balls. My tail flagged high, ready.

"Stop colt..."

I whimpered, but obeyed. And then I heard the sound of approaching hooves.

A hand found my nuts. A big hand. I gasped, eyes suddenly opening to see big brown bull eyes right in my face and a muzzle pressed to mine.

"Really done nothing yet colt?"

"Nothing...umpfgh!"

His tongue forced its way inside my muzzle burrowing in like a missile. He fucked my throat with it, while his hand tickled the underside of my scrotum so gently I thought the hand and tongue could not belong to the same person.

My t-shirt was removed, tossed aside, hitting the floor. Fingers dug into my nipple, twisting, hard enough to make me scream. I suddenly touched the edge of the desk, the wood hard against the back of my thighs.

"Need to punish you a little bit colt...uphold law and order..."

"Wait! Ahhhhh!"

Hands gripped my ass, and lifted me like a sack of potatoes. I was laid, gently enough, on the desk. It strained less under my bulk than the bulls, but it felt like it wanted to give up pretty soon.

The hands shifted to my fetlocks, stroking my feathering, then up the inside of my thighs. I lay back and enjoyed, moaning, the feelings building again. Hot breath flowed over my body like the breeze at the beach, over my scrotum, over my cock, over my tailhole...

"Oh God!"

A muzzle burrowed into my cleft. Heat, air and then wet massive tongue. Oh fuck...oh fuck...he found my tailhole, still a little sore form rough handling last night when I fingered myself, the lips chafed and raw. He licked, tender, eager, spreading gradually, easily, the tongue driving inside against the skin of my tunnel and I begged for more, now.

Standing with my hooves over his shoulders, their chestnut coat a contrast to the blue of his shirt, he reached down to finally unlatch his belt and allow the turgid mass of his cock out. Only dropping his pants enough to catch under his pendulous scrotum, he shuffled forward, the fat mass of his cockhead glistening with precum, beckoning and terrifying. He jacked it, drawing fresh gusts of pre, enough to coat his fingers. He oiled up his own length with his own excitement, perfectly self contained, while my hole clenched in anticipation of pains to come.

"Lay back and relax pony..."

I tried. The head almost killed me. He managed to get it in though, spreading my raw hole wider than I thought possible, before letting me rest and teaching me to relax. Then he edged inside an inch at a time until I felt the kiss of a heavy pair of bull nuts on my ass and I knew I had taken him all with a sense of perverted achievement.

Bending over my body, he kissed my neck.

"Close your eyes like you did at the beach colt..."

It was uncomfortable, then it was hot, then my boy melted and I wanted it to go on forever, that slow steady rocking fuck. Not a rugby wolf bro, not at home, but it was good. Better than good. The burn in my ass turned to ache turned to throbbing and I came, my first spurt slapping my chin. He licked it all off me and kept fucking until I felt an answering flood in my hole and heard the delighted moos of a bull orgasm.

While I dressed, he eyed me all over, smiling for the first time.

"Not bad pony...now no more stupid games ok? No more naked jacking off on the beach..."

I nodded as he lay a firm hand on my shoulder, ushering me from his office into the little main room of the station. I stopped then, in shock and embarrassment. There was a second police officer there, a junior constable. He had not been there when I was brought in, and my cheeks flushed thinking what he may have heard. Then I saw the constable was trying desperately not to catch my eye. A bear...

"That's right pony. For example, if you were to do it tonight at about midnight, I can guarantee you would be caught again."

I looked between the two, the bull grinning, the bear awkwardly swallowing and studying a form on his desk. But his groin was definitely distended, and a little wet patch was obvious in the navy of his pants right where his cockhead should be.

"And officer Simmons here could definitely bring his handcuffs. Apparently you liked that idea, colt..."

Did I go out that night? Well, what do you think. The only thing hotter than having one person watching was two right? Besides, I managed to get my boxers back, filled with a load of bull cum and a load of bear cum.

I think I will always love being watched now. But maybe I can do a bit more than that as well. Dylan had better watch out.