Mr Jorgenson's Class
Fair Warning to anyone who didn't notice the keywords: This story has Vore and Poo in it. The Poo has been quarenteened off by a row of asterisks (****) on either side. The vore also has underage prey. And that's funny too~
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Mr. Jorgenson looked over his classroom with an idle hum, while his students worked on their latest project. Mr. Jorgenson was a massive draft horse, not the type one would expect to be teaching a fourth grade class. His arms and legs were still muscular, but it would seem that a stationary lifestyle as a teacher was catching up to him, for he had a round but soft looking paunch that hung slightly over his belt, straining at his button up shirt. Some days it seemed larger than others, but none of his children usually noticed this.
Today it seemed to be less than its full curve.
Rex was supposed to be working on a project out of paste and construction paper, to explain the water cycle. Rex was a lion cub, and notoriously distracted in class. He had managed to affix some blue arrows onto his black construction paper base, and was halfway through cutting out a cloud shape in white construction paper with safety scissors. His eyes had started to wander around; first at what other students were doing, then over at their teacher as he sat behind his desk, looking over papers.
The big equine hummed idly to himself as his funnel like ears swiveled, listening for any sounds of distress or disorder amongst the constant chatter and noise of papers being shuffled about and cut. His eyes were focused on the tests from the day before. He'd be able to hand them back, hopefully, after recess. He paused in his humming as he came to little Rex's test with a sigh. He was a cute cub and everything, but he had a hard time paying attention. Looking out at the room, he saw the cub in question looking off into space, muttering something.
Then the recess bell rang. Mr. Jorgenson stood up, "Alright class, we'll continue work time on your projects after recess, make sure to cap your glue sticks, Jimmy!"
"Yes sir..." Came a soft mutter from an otter as he passed the teacher's desk, headed back to his seat to make sure he had remembered to cap his glue sticks. The little lutrine then headed back out, adjusting his kilt before joining the class outside.
"Rex? I'd like a word. Or more likely many." The equine called to the lion cub.
With a sudden look around, realizing that most of the class had left, he closed his gluestick and walked over to the massive equine, who had regained his seat, "Yes Mr. Jorgenson...?"
The horse held out Rex's test, covered in red pen marks, with a letter that wasn't an A, B, C, or D in a circle at the top. "I'm very worried about your performance, Rex. I know you're a bright young cub, but you don't seem to pay attention to what you're supposed to be learning."
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Jorgenson!" Little Rex cried out at seeing his poor grade, "I-I'll try to pay attention from now on, honest!"
"There's trying, and there's succeeding, Rex. You told me you'd try after the last test too. Now that you've failed two tests, it will be hard to get your grade back up." The equine said calmly, looking over the little body of the lion cub in front of him.
"I know... " Rex said sadly, before looking up at his teacher, "C-Can't I do some sort of extra credit...?"
Mr. Jorgenson hmmmed, and slowly smiled. "Yes. I think you can..." He shifted in his seat, and swiveled the chair slightly, "Come behind the desk, Rex."
The little lion's eyes widened. No one but Mr. Jorgenson was allowed behind that desk. He slowly walked around and behind, before his eyes landed on something he couldn't have expected. There, between the thick muscular thighs, was a very thick on its own right horse member, already starting to throb. "S-Sir...?" He managed to mutter after a few moments, but the scent of the older male was starting to get to him. He was forgetting that this sort of thing was generally considered very wrong.
The stallion huffed with a chuckle to hide his burgeoning lust. "Take off those clothes, Rex. It would be a pity to get them messy." The stallion rubbed at his shaft with his thick tipped fingers, his other hoof hand starting to undo his shirt, gradually revealing that spongy gut inch by inch into the open.
Rex stared at this display, before almost automatically working his shirt off, and untying his drawstring. Soon the little lion was remiss of all garments, blushing up at his teacher, who slowly beckoned him closer. He stepped out of his pooled clothing, and towards that throbbing shaft, and the soft looking belly hanging directly above it.
"That's a good cub, Rex..." Mr. Jorgenson cooed softly as the lion got within his arms reach of the soft and hard parts on display. "Now, I want you to please me. Be creative." The draft horse chuckled.
The cub slowly reached out with his velvety paw pads and started to caress around the mushroom head of the equine shaft. The sounds of approval from above gave him confidence, even as the scent started to get stronger. He let out a compulsory groan as it worked on him, even as he tried to work on the firm shaft, paws gliding up and down the dark mottled expanse of horse flesh. Soon he found himself licking the flat head of the shaft, and around the opening set within it. It leaked pre and he started to purr at the musky flavor, unaware that it was a much more concentrated form of the scent that was working on his mind.
The equine swished his tail a little, chuckling as the little lion worked, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his soft belly idly, thinking. He bit his lip, and looked at the clock. He still had plenty of time. He perked and grunted, his heavy balls rising up against his thighs as the little lion tried to wrap his little muzzle around the flared head of his shaft. "Oh gods..."
Rex murmured weakly, unable to get his maw around the hard horse meat, whimpering at his failure even as he tried again, only to get something hot, thick, and musky blasted into his throat, half gagging as he pulled his head back, trying to breathe only to get a second blast of the substance across his whole face. The next blast hit him in the chest. He mewled weakly, the concentrated scent almost too much for his little body, his barely developed loins throbbing between his legs out of reaction to all of this.
The horse panted heavily, smiling down at the cream coating Rex had gotten. He used one hand to guide the head of his shaft, still pouring his seed for a few more seconds, but in a rather steady low pressure stream rather than a high force surge, around and over Rex, to ensure a nice full coating of his student. When he ran dry he smiled, and patted his belly, feeling it thump back in a hollow manner.
"Alright, Rex. One last thing you have to do for me." The equine reached down, starting to heft the cub off the ground. "After this I'm certain I'll have your undivided attention in class..."
"Yes sir..." Rex muttered dreamily, unaware of what was to befall him, wiggling his toes as they left the ground, horse seed starting to drip off of them as well, the lion fully coated.
Slowly, Mr. Jorgenson's mouth opened, far wider than anyone would have thought possible for a horse, directly below the dangling, dripping feet of the lion cub. Those were gradually lowered into the hot muzzle below, a broad soft tongue starting to clean them of the horse essence that was soaking into the fur.
Rex murmured and wiggled a little, but couldn't bring himself to care about what was happening, or why it was happening, or even how it was happening. He just knew it felt good, and that his legs were pressed together, a warmth travelling up them replacing the almost constant cooling feeling all over him of the seed drying. The lion moaned as this warmth met his hips, grinding them around to accentuate what he was feeling.
The stallion chuckled around his student as he started to grind about, letting his broad tongue cup the little lion's whole package at once, grinding back into it with a soft groan at the mix of flavors. He perked as they shuddered, and the flavor shifted. Slowly smirking around the lion butt, he savored his student's little prepubescent release, before starting to swallow in earnest, tucking Rex's paws in at his sides as the maw worked its way over the young feline's chest and back.
Soon, the only part of the lion exposed was his cum covered head, the cub mewling softly as his head felt so very cold, especially in comparison to the rest of his body. He wiggled, trying to get all the way into that comfortable warmth.
The broad tongue cupped his face, and slowly tucked him in, irrevocably behind the equine's lips and teeth, suckled over inside the muzzle for a few moments, before the teacher felt his student's bulge slowly gliding down and out of his neck, and behind his muscled chest. He looked down with a broad smile as his belly bounced, swelling out a couple inches. He carefully licked clean his fingers, before rubbing over his belly, feeling movements shift inside every so often, "Ah... That will be all for now, Rex... Enjoy yourself." The horse tucked his softening shaft into his pants, doing them up again carefully around his swollen belly, and then carefully buttoned his shirt, sighing softly at the feeling of his shirt being tighter than it was when he last unbuttoned it.
The bell rang just as he finished cleaning up his appearance, the equine leaning down to push the discarded clothing of his student under the desk, where it would go unnoticed, as no student was allowed behind his desk. When all the students had returned, Mr. Jorgenson stifled a lion flavored belch with a paw and stood slowly, belly protruding in its tight shirt, "Alright class, continue work on your projects."
Jimmy looked at the empty seat across the table from him as he started uncapping glue sticks. He looked over at the equine teacher, "Mr. Jorgenson, where's Rex?"
The stallion put a hoof on his gut as he smiled to the little otter, "Well, Rex got picked up, and had to go home."
The mustalid seemed satisfied with this answer and resumed uncapping glue sticks, far more than he would ever need for his little project.
Mr. Jorgenson sat down into his chair again, and idly felt over his belly, the occasional movements inside keeping his warm smile from fading for the rest of the day, even as he graded papers.
All the kids went home hours later, and once the horse was alone. He hummed idly to himself as he packed the discarded clothing from under his desk into his bag, letting out a low, juicy belch, unmuffled now that he was alone, "Oooh... Try not to be too disruptive, Rex..." He muttered with a chuckle, patting his burbling gut tenderly.
The equine locked up his classroom and walked to his car, flitting his tail about a little while his free hand slowly caressed the curve of his gut through his taut shirt. He climbed into his car easily enough, knowing how to adjust to having a passenger, and drove home, whichever paw unoccupied from driving continuing the gentle massage over the spongy, gradually softening dome of his gut.
He parked, after about an hour of leisurely driving, and stepped out of his car, taking his bag with him as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. At the last landing before his floor he grunted, and a wet blast of flatulence filled the well with a blast of decaying lion stench. He blushed, "Why are the little predators always the smelliest...?" He stepped into his hall on his floor, making his way to his door as the pressure building in his lower abdomen told him that it was almost time to unload his burden.
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The equine hummed to himself as he stripped clean, rubbing his lower belly as it burbled and glorped lewdly, "Shh, Rex... I know..." He walked into his bathroom, the toilet industrially sized for any load he could throw at it. He lowered the seat and crouched down, grunting softly and holding onto the support bars he had installed, for when he needed to grasp something.
His anus started to spread, and soon slimy, dark fecal matter started to push forth. He panted, gripping hard on the bars as he applied pressure to his diaphragm, holding his breath as the first thick turd pressed on out of his body. He panted heavily as it broke off, waiting a few moments, before straining again, a thicker chunk of compacted waste forcing its way out, this one having visible flecks of shattered bone at its surface, bleached white by acids and stained brown by its trip. He panted harder as this one broke off. He was close. He could feel his bowels deflating as each thick turd made its way out of his body. One last one felt stuck, and he huffed in frustration, pushing harder, straining as his anus spread further and further from the size of this chunk of former lion. Finally there was a plop underneath him, and a thick, rancid blast of all the remaining trapped gases. The horse panted heavily and stood, turning and starting to unleash his golden streams from his shaft, which had extended from having so much pressure in his bowels. The golden fluids struck the last turd out, and blasted away the outer layer with sheer force, revealing Rex's little skull gradually.
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Mr Jorgenson chuckled and licked his lips at that sight, before flushing his massive toilet, the lion's share of a cub worth of shit vanishing out of sight, the remainder packed on that spongy gut the horse sported, added to the broad waistline of the teacher. He rubbed over his gut tenderly, feeling the layers of pudge, able to feel the difference between each. Each a different student.
"Welcome to the private class, Rex... I know you'll enjoy yourself. Your classmates are glad to meet you, and I can tell you fit in perfectly." Mr Jorgenson moved to his desk, humming idly as he started to go over his curriculum, as his belly burbled a little, "Settle down boys... It's time for quiet study."