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Mitch shuddered as the door slammed shut with a loud metallic bang. He had been on high alert ever since the judge found him guilty, something that genuinely shocked the naïve 18 year old equine. Nothing prepared him for the sentence though; as the badger intoned a long rant about his crimes and failings from the bench, the young pony had kind of tuned it out. The badger had been droning on all through the trial, and he had long ago stopped caring. It had been self defence; surely even a complete stuck up moron like the judge could see it, let alone the twelve jurors.

Then came the awful moment. Guilty. He had been in shock, unable to comprehend this new reality. In that shocked state, he hadn't been ready for the bigger shock to come.

"I therefore sentence you to eighteen months imprisonment, with a non-parole period set at ten months."

Mitch did a double take, suddenly awake again and on edge.

Eighteen months...? Surely that was a mistake...a good behaviour bond for eighteen months, that's what his lawyer had said...

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Fucking bullshit!"

There was a huge commotion, and he stared pleadingly at his barrister, finally noticing the tiger looking daggers at him. He had the sense to swallow hard and shut up then, but a little too late.

The bastard judge added three months for contempt, and recommended a high security facility.

"The community is sick and tired of young males such as yourself getting drunk and assaulting people with no provocation. There have been more than enough tragedies in recent times, and this could easily have ended up worse than it did. As it was, you broke the victim's jaw and collar bone and have left permanent scars. The time has come to send a message, to you and others like you. Guards...take him down."

No provocation! The fucker called me a ponyfag...aint no way I'm letting the cunt get away with that! He's lucky I didn't glass the cunt...

Mitch's barrister got on his paws to plead eloquently for mercy, or for bail pending an appeal against sentence, but the badger was having none of it. Mitch was welcome to lodge an appeal, but the judge refused to stay the sentence. The young stallion was going inside. Now.

As they led him away, the Doberman on his left couldn't stop grinning. Mitch was suddenly speechless, something the guard was only too pleased to see. The cocky young horse had been mouthing off at every opportunity during the trial.

"Well well well pony...looks like you are in for a treat!"

"Huh?"

"Well...H.M.Prison Briarfield is not exactly the Hilton boyo...but you will be plenty popular, don't you worry."

"What...what do you mean?"

"That's quite the cute little rump you have there kiddo...some prime pony ass. Always in demand..."

"No!"

The suddenly terrified equine was so startled he whinnied and reared, and the two guards had to haul him into the holding cells. The image was firmly in his mind though. And it made his insides squirm.

Now he was inside, H.M Prison Briarfield, and the nerves had become too much to handle.

"Um...I...I got to pee...please..."

The corrections officer gave him a disdainful scowl, the big bull shaking his head before directing the equine to the shiny steel toilet on one wall. Embarrassed at having to do this in front of someone, the pony pleaded with his eyes. There was no sympathy from the bull.

"What...got stage fright? Fuck, you are one stupid pony. Don't expect privacy, ever, while you're inside prisoner. Now hurry it up."

"Aww...fuck, go on please, there must be somewhere that ooof!"

The bull crossed the receiving room in a surprisingly quick time, and suddenly Mitch doubled over in pain as a blow from a rubber truncheon slammed into his ribs.

"You address me as Sir, or Guard Domenic at all times, and you ask to speak before speaking. Do you understand prisoner?"

"Y...yes....Sir..."

Mitch quailed as he saw the bull leaning in for another blow, his bladder suddenly letting go a stream of urine as the equine quailed in fear. He remembered the 'Sir' at the last second though, and the bull stopped, though he looked at the pony's crotch with undisguised disgust.

"Well, you aint keeping those clothes anyway, but shit you need to get your shit into gear fast pony. Now, strip!"

Mitch hastened to obey, piling his clothes neatly on a bench. His ears twitched when he heard an unmistakable sound...the flick of latex as a glove was snapped into place. His tailhole clenched, though he knew the gesture was pointless.

"Now...bend over that table kiddo...and try to relax."

Mitch tried to relax. It didn't help.

*****

Mitch had been kept in holding for what seemed like an age, while various paperwork was processed, or at least that was what the bull said. He began to get an inkling something was up though when the bull came back at last with a huge grin plastered over his muzzle.

"Got a nice surprise for you pony! Managed to wrangle a perfect cellmate for you, someone you should like. He'll love you, that's for sure. No one better to show you the ropes. Now, into orientation and then to the cell for you pony. Your first night! Lucky you..."

Mitch didn't feel lucky, and something about the grin on the bull's muzzle made his fur stand on end again, but he had learned to keep it all inside for now, and he merely dropped his eyes and followed when the bull beckoned for him to come. He had learned the hard way; never make eye contact. His ribs bore bruises as badges of his learning difficulties.

The orientation session was a blur, and he was too stressed to take much in, but he noticed the guys with him seemed in no better state. Except one; a big bull almost as big as the guard. This bull wasn't watching the instruction video; he was watching Mitch. The pony caught sight of him staring, and dropped his head almost instantly. When he looked up, the bull grinned and blew him a kiss. Mitch dropped his head and kept it down.

As they mustered together ready to head to their assigned cells, the bull sidled up to him.

"Hello pony, yes? What is your name?"

"M...Mitch..."

"Hmmm....cute name for pony. Cute like pony...poor pony, so very very cute yes?"

One big hand clasped his left butt cheek, and Mitch whinnied in fear, and he turned to try and fight off his assailant, but before he could do anything the guard was back and a truncheon to the ribs dropped him to the floor. The new bull just smiled impassively as Mitch writhed in pain.

"Poor pony...he fall down..."

"Glad to have you back Dmitri. Now, cut it out. He aint for you."

The prisoner bull looked shocked for the first time, his muzzle a question as he peered at the guard.

"Oliver."

It was only one name, but the effect on the bull was impressive. He scowled and nodded.

"Poor pony..."

Now Mitch really was terrified.

He was led, still bruised and battered towards the cells, through multiple automated gates, past observation points enclosed in bullet proof glass, and finally through the common areas he had seen in the video. Dining room, recreation room, laundry, kitchens, library, class rooms. Beyond them though, were the three tiers of the cell block, each two man cell behind it's own barred door. The bull hauled him past several containing various furs who eyed him quizzically, then stopped him in front of one. He tried to see who was inside, but it was difficult in the gloom.

"Well well...the warden sent me a pony! How considerate!"

The bull just laughed as a massive brown bear suddenly came into view behind the bars. He was over seven feet tall and must have weighed over three hundred pounds. The bear looked about 40, give or take, with grey fur amongst the brown. He looked huge, with broad slabs of muscle and a big musclegut obvious even under the prison clothes. Mitch could only gape, and tremble.

"Yeah, the warden thought you might like it Oliver. Things go better all round when you are calm...so we decided to send you some sedative. Meet Mitch. He's here for a little while, though I've a feeling we won't be recommending his parole. Altogether uncooperative prisoner."

The bear and the bull both chuckled at that.

"So, how'd he go with the glove?"

"Dropped like a good stallion waiting for a mare as soon as I split his tailhole open. This one will be easy, trust me."

Now Mitch was whimpering, while the bear leered at him through the bars. This could not be happening...but it was, and his tailhole quivered in anticipation, still lick with lube from the guard's search.

He felt, rather than heard, the bars being opened and slid sideways, and the bull gave him a shove in the back that propelled the young equine into his new cell. He looked back in time to see the bull grinning as the bars slid back into place and the guard turned the lock.

"Have fun you two...keep it quiet now, we don't want complaints about noise. Oh...lights out in one hour boys."

There were catcalls and whistles from the adjacent cells as the bull trotted off, his ample behind wiggling with each stride. Mitch watched him go, torn between hate for the sadistic bull and terror of being left behind by him. Then he jumped almost to the ceiling as he felt a presence behind him and a pair of bear paws gripping him tight, one on his shoulder, one on his flank.

The pressure on his bruises told though, and Mitch groaned in agony and fell to the floor.

He was shocked then to find the bear gently stroking his mane as he curled on the hard metal.

"Let me guess...got some truncheon for your pains hey Mitch?"

"Um...yeah..."

The bear shook his head sadly and held out a paw. Mitch took it reluctantly, and felt himself hauled upright with incredible ease. Oliver looked him over with a soft grin on his muzzle, then gently led the pony to their beds. Mitch could see they shared a bunk. Oliver was clearly on top; and the equine found himself laid on the bottom bunk as gently as he would be by his own mother. More gently actually; she would probably have told the young equine to stop blubbering and shut the racket.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

Strong paws massaged his body, starting with his shoulders and then gingerly testing his ribs. Mitch felt the bear's fingers working on his buttons and suddenly the rough blue prison shirt was peeled off, but he was too dazed to care, and the feel of bear paws on his pained flesh was heaven. The bear seemed to know just how to soothe his aches.

It was a moment before Mitch realised the paws had ventured somewhat lower than his bruises, and the bear was digging his thumbs hard into the taut muscles at the top of Mitch's ass cheeks. The pony gave a sudden shudder, and tried to slap the paws away with his tail. Oliver chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle, and Mitch saw him shaking his head ruefully behind him, but the bear pulled his paws away and left the pony alone for now. Mitch rested his head on the pillow and relaxed for a moment.

He heard the bunk above give a loud creak, and the metal groaned and complained as it took the strain of the massive bruin above him. The poor young equine suddenly felt like a coal miner, waiting for the mass of rock and earth above to crush him like a bug. The bed seemed made to take the strain though, and eventually he relaxed again. Then he heard the 'whoosh' as big prison jeans and shirt flew down from on high, followed by a broad pair of white boxers. They hit the far wall and fell against the small laundry hopper.

"Hope you don't mind kid...I like to sleep naked, makes it feel better y'know?"

"Uhh....um...no problem...err..."

"Course...it would be impolite for you to stay dressed if I'm goin casual, you know?"

Mitch shuddered again, mentally treasuring the remaining clothes as his only defence. Something about the bear's voice brooked no argument though, so he reluctantly peeled off his jeans and boxers and sent them to join the bear's larger ones by the hamper.

"That's better. So...what you in for kid?"

"Ahh...GBH...I got twenty-one months...but I'll be out in twelve, parole and like...well, I'll be good, I don't want to stay here longer than I have to. I was stitched up...the cunt was begging for it, but the prosecutor fucking did me over. I've got an appeal on though..."

The bruin chuckled loud, amused by the nervous youngster. Then he gave a soft sigh. So young this one...and so fucking naïve.

"Uh...what are you in for?"

"Murder."

The conversation stopped abruptly at that point.

When the lights went out, Mitch was still wide awake, and he heard the bear above him turn a few times, each time making the bed quake and groan under the strain. Eventually, he heard a long contented sigh, and the sounds of the bear settling in to his position. The bunk started vibrating, first slowly, like a low frequency wobble, but the vibration got faster and harder. Mitch wondered what was going on, until his sensitive equine nostrils picked up an unmistakable scent.

Bear precum and musk...lots of it...

The embarrassed pony blushed as he realised the bear was masturbating openly just a few feet over his head. The sounds grew, long deep sighs and moans added to the creak of the bedsprings and frame, and a wet squelching sound as precum slicked paws began to work a thick bruin cock in earnest. The tang of precum was sharp and rich, and he found himself sniffing luxuriously to drink it in before he realised what he was doing and blushed harder. Then the creaking reached a crescendo and the moans became harsh deep grunts and suddenly the bear roared and the air was full of the scent of bear seed.

"Hmmm....night pony" whispered the bear from the darkness above.

Mitch rolled over to conceal his aching hard horsecock and pounded the pillow with his fist. He tried to sleep, but an image of the massive bruin beating his meat came to his mind no matter what he did. Eventually, fatigue claimed him, and sometime around two the young equine fell into a fitful slumber.

Above him, the bruin heard the sound of a pony relaxing in sleep, his breathing regular and slow, and a wide grin broke out on his muzzle.

*****

Mitch was disoriented when he suddenly snapped awake. It took him a moment to orient himself, and his head shot up and clunked into the metal frame of the bunk bed above him.

He gave a muttered curse and fell back onto the bed again, holding his head in his hands to soothe the hurt. His brain started working eventually though, and he remembered where he was...and why. Then he remembered something else. He remembered why he had suddenly come awake.

Although he had been asleep, it was not the usual blissful slumber of a pony at ease. He had been on edge, always close to wakefulness and prone to waking without provocation. He had been through that cycle a few times already before finally falling more completely asleep, but his ancient prey protections had been working, a pair of equine ears twitching, and nostrils flaring to sample the night air.

Something had jarred him awake...something...like the sound of the bed creaking. Not like it did when Oliver turned over though...more like when he got into bed the first time and...

"Umpfgh!"

"Shhhhhh pony...no sense in waking everyone, is there?"

Mitch was suddenly wide awake, and aware of the huge looming presence above him. A pair of deep brown eyes looked into his, like two unending wells in the darkness. A big paw covered his muzzle, and the other gripped his balls in a firm but not painful grasp.

"Now...are you going to be a good pony or a bad pony?"

Mitch tried to struggle, and he managed to get one hand up to punch the bear in the muzzle. It didn't do much though, the bruin just grinning wider, his sharp white teeth now obvious in the darkness.

"Bad pony..."

Suddenly Mitch saw stars as an impossible pain gripped his groin. The paw on his testicles squeezed, and kept on squeezing and the poor young equine collapsed in a limp heap. The bear was all over him then, and he felt rasping fur on his coat, the rough brown fur of the bear surprisingly arousing against his body. He felt it rub all over, his chest and belly, his legs...and his sheath, as the bear released his grip and began to gently rub Mitch's assets.

"Now...be a good stallion and drop for me..."

The growled command had an edge to it, but Mitch wasn't done yet. He pummeled at the bear's chest, fists thumping without effect on the solid walls of muscle. The bear just grunted and wrapped a paw round his balls again and squeezed gently, just once. It was enough to calm the pony.

"I said drop..."

Mitch just shook his head slowly from side to side, all the while staring into those deep dark eyes.

The bear merely grunted though, and chuckled under his breath. He moved his body to straddle the horse, one knee on each thigh, his body crushing the young pony, and his paw wrapped around Mitch's muzzle tight. Mitch could hardly breathe, and he felt the fight going out of him.

"Well, Dom did say you were a good stallion when he probed your little tailhole kiddo...let's see shall we."

Mitch's eyes went wide then, but he couldn't seem to get his body to react to his commands. His lungs fought for breath, and he couldn't fight back when he suddenly felt a big bruin paw under his sack. A blunt finger slid down his perineum, and then touched his virgin pucker making him buck ineffectually against the chuckling bear. Then without waiting, Oliver pressed in, and Mitch felt a thick bear digit invade his tailhole and ram in deep. He whinnied then, loud but muffled by the paw, and cringed as he felt his body respond to the penetration, his long thick stallion's pride sliding from his sheath with a slithering sound that both could hear in the close confines of the cell.

"Hmmmm good pony..."

"Mpghhhhh!!!!"

"Stop fighting pony...I've got you hard, but I want more. Nothing like slick pony cock, and that means...ahhh,there we are..."

"AAAAMPGHHHHHH!"

Mitch screamed and went slack as the most incredible sensation suddenly flooded his body. Warm and soft and exciting and relaxing and so, so erotic. It began deep in his ass, but spread through his cock and balls and his belly through every part of his body. The bear lifted his paw off Mitch's muzzle, and the pony could only draw in a shuddering breath and moan.

"Wha?"

"Hmmm that's your little pony nut. It belongs to me now pony. When I want you hard, you will drop. When I want you leaking, you're little nut gets prodded. You're nice and slick still from the lube ole Dom used to search your little pony hole. You don't want to struggle in future tho...it's a lot less fun without the lube ponykins."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Mitch could only writhe against the bear as an expert digit manipulated his sensitive nut. The sensations were out of this world, and he was torn between desperately wanting more and abject shame at reacting to the bear's probing of his virgin ass. The terror remained too...terror at the inevitable moment when something bigger entered his ass. He wanted to cry.

"Ohhh yeah a good pony now...nothing like some thick slick ponycock...just what I need."

"Huh...?"

Mitch felt Oliver move above him, the bear's ass suddenly over his groin and the paw slid from his pucker with a slurping sound. He felt a strong grip on his cock, and moaned again as the bear gave him a playful stroke, before he felt something soft and warm pressed against his broadly flared tip.

"Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk..."

"Ohhhhhyeahhhhhhhh..."

Mitch suddenly felt the most incredible feeling in his cock, even more surprising than the feel in his ass. Incredible tightness and heat, like nothing he had ever felt with a girl. His girl had dropped him like a plague carrier when he was jailed, the bitch. He remembered their last night together, the warm soft feel of her folds, the scent and taste of pussy, her screams as he pounded into her and made her cum, her pussy gripping and relaxing with each wave of orgasm.

Now he felt something infinitely tighter, a grip that almost cut his cock in half and wouldn't let go. He realised what had happened, though he couldn't believe it.

"Now that's some mighty fine pony cock there Mitch. Don't go soft on me now..."

"N...no...wha...wha....ahhhhhhhh!"

The bear grinned down at the stunned horse, flexing his ass muscles to squeeze that magnificent fleshy shaft inside him. God he hadn't had a horse in way too long...he had forgotten how good it felt. Now he had one captive...it almost made him shoot on the spot.

"Now be a good pony and thrust your hips up..."

"Wait! I'm not into guys, I mean..."

The bear growled, fondling the young horse's sack again and giving a playful squeeze, letting his claws dig into sensitive pony flesh. The equine gulped then and let out a hissing yelp.

"You're my cellmate, and I need cock, every night. That means as of now, you are into guys pony. Understand?"

"Um...yeah...but...well...why didn't you...you know..."

Oliver snorted. They were all the same.

"Haven't you heard of bottoms kid? Well I'm a power bottom. I like being stuffed, hard and deep and often, especially by thick pony cock. So get to it pony...I'm waiting."

Too stunned to talk any more, and too relieved about his poor tailhole being safe, Mitch struggled to obey his dominant cellmate. He had to admit, even if he didn't want to, that it felt good...in fact, it felt amazing. The warm tight tunnel of bear flesh felt incredible against his cock, and the bruin kept on squeezing with his ass muscles to grip even tighter and milk more precum from the aroused pony.

Soon Mitch was thrusting up for all he was worth, and the bruin was riding his cock hard, slapping down on Mitch's hips with a lewd noise matched only by the slurp of cock in and out of one well fucked ass. The bed creaked louder than ever, and Oliver started to pant and growl in wild lust as they fucked, and soon they got the attention of their cellblock neighbours.

Mitch was mortified, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could hear their wolf whistles and comments though, loud and clear.

"Woooo sound like Ollie is breaking in the new one!"

"Way to go Ollie, leave some pony for me!"

"Hot damn bear, don't break the bed now!"

The bear ignored them all, and pounded his body against his young cellmate, beads of sweat dripping from his fur to drip onto the equine below. Mitch found himself lost in a haze of rut, his muzzle open to taste the drops of sweat as the fell, lapping up the taste of bear in heat and loving it.

His cock began to pulse then, and he knew he was close. Oliver reached for his left hand, the big bear paw pulling him roughly to a spot between their bodies...and his fingers closed around a thick throbbing mass.

"Now jack me off," growled the bear. Mitch obeyed without thinking. The bear's cock felt good, so hot, and so slick. Precum drooled, coating his hand. Mitch wondered for a moment what it would taste like...

"Faster!"

He sped up, hand moving in a blur over the twitching mass of bear flesh. He felt the head in his hand, the size of a big fresh apple. Mitch loved apples, like any equine. What would this one feel like in his muzzle...

The bear's grunts and growls became louder, and suddenly Mitch felt a muzzle on his. He opened wide, and suddenly he was kissing another guy, hot and hungry, and jacking a cock ready to spurt. His own cock began to flex as his orgasm built.

Then many things happened suddenly; a bear paw clenched his sack tight and pulled and squeezed, killing his orgasm in its infancy and making Mitch squeal and thrust harder into the bear's tunnel. The bear roared, unloading a torrent of cum between their bodies, coating Mitch's hand and forearm, his soft pony feathering dripping with thick bear seed.

And their audience erupted in applause and shouts, voicing their approval for the bear and pony show they couldn't see but could hear. Imagination would do for the rest.

Mitch felt himself close to tears again, partly from humiliation, partly from the pain of an orgasm so close yet denied, and partly because of a dawning reality. He had enjoyed it, and he wanted to fill the bear with his cum really really badly. That was the hardest of all.

"Nice work pony...good start."

"Start?!"

Mitch felt his body turned, the bear pulling him over with one strong arm wrapped under his back, until he was lying on top of the bear between his thighs, and his muzzle pressed against a bear snout. The bear was grinning again, and his dark eyes twinkled.

"Yeaah...start. See, I usually need it at least four or five times a night. So, you still have a lot of work to do pony. Time to get to it...and, no cumming without permission kiddo. Or else..."

Mitch shuddered against the bruin as he felt one paw trace a line down his back, circling his dock while he swished his tail nervously, then sliding under. A sharp bear claw kissed his pucker and he cried out, but it continued on, scraping across his taint before playfully rasping along the soft leather of his sack. His cock didn't wilt though; in fact, each new touch made him throb harder, ejecting a line of pony pre inside the tight confines of Oliver's ass.

"Time for my next pony ride..."

The mortified equine could only obey, pulling back then thrusting into the depths of the bruin, drawing a satisfied sigh from Oliver as the new position allowed the thick ponycock to ram deeper inside his guts. Nothing beat real deep hard dicking; and this pony was a natural.

"Harder!"

Mitch obeyed to the best of his ability. Soon he was thrusting away like a feral stallion in the breeding barn, trying to imagine his girlfriend was under him moaning and writhing and cupping his ass cheeks. It didn't work though, as the deep growls and commands, the hard mass of bear muscle, and the sharp claws digging into his ass cheeks all made the image impossible to maintain. He was stuck in reality, balls deep in a massive bottom bear who demanded he fuck harder, always harder, and somewhere inside it prodded a wild stud stallion into action. He was pissed off and terrified, and he wanted to hurt the bruin for making him feel this way...and he wanted the bear to whine like a good bitch in heat under him too. He was going to punish him with cock, and show him what a good hard fucking felt like. Mitch began to thrust faster, a pony running a race, all power and heat concentrated in the long thick mass of his cock.

Oliver loved it when they tried to break him. That was when he enjoyed the most. The pony bared his teeth and his eyes rolled back as he fucked, and the bruin rode with him enjoying the hot burning feel in his tailhole. Soon he felt the next orgasm build and locked his muzzle with the young horse. Mitch kissed back hard, biting his tongue. Blood spilt, tasting sweet and tangy in his muzzle. He roared again, spraying the pony's chest with another load of bear cum.

Mitch was too lost to give a fuck, and he whinnied long and high as he came inside Oliver, filling those tight depths with way too much horse milk to cope. Thick cum flooded and spilt, spurting out around his cock and down Oliver's taint to coat his stubby tail in seed. Mitch collapsed against the bear, chest heaving in exertion.

Then he felt a sudden sharp pain in his ass and heard a loud crack. The bear had slapped his ass, hard, with claws extended.

"Owww!"

"I told you not to cum without permission pony..."

"Fuck! I cant...I cant hold back when I fuck like that...how..."

"Well, we will have to train you then kiddo. Starting tonight. Now...let's see how you go with doggy style..."

The exasperated stallion merely groaned. It looked like he was in for a long night.

*****

One week later, a very much less cocky stallion sat at his table in the dining room. He ladled food into his muzzle without caring too much. Bags hung under his eyes, and he had a sort of hangdog look.

"Better finish that kid. The state doesn't pay to feed you so you can waste it."

The amused voice was familiar. It was the guard bull who first processed him.

Mitch looked up, his face sort of vacant, eyes a little pleading. The bull just grinned.

"Um...permission to speak Sir..."

"Granted prisoner."

The façade fell then, and the pony almost gripped the officer's hand before remembering. He was begging nonetheless.

"Please! I need a transfer!"

"Awww....is pony having problems?"

"Every night! Like...five, six, seven times even. I'm exhausted! My cock is red raw, my ass hurts, my balls ache, and I get no sleep! I can't keep this up, my dick is going to fall off. Help! Please, I'm begging!"

"Awww, sounds serious. Well, we do have a vacancy."

"Great! Thanks so much! Um...who...?"

"Dmitri. He needs a new cellmate...last one had an unfortunate accident it seems. And he did take a liking to you if I remember..."

Mitch shuddered and huddled into a ball, hugging his own chest. Dmitri...he had few illusions about what the bull would do to him.

"There you are pony...I thought we were having some quality time this afternoon."

Mitch gave a sudden jerk and turned to see his cellmate. The bear had that predatory grin again, his teeth showing, but his eyes were kind rather than hungry for now. He held out a paw to the equine.

"Looks like you two need some alone time. So...anything you need me to do prisoner?"

The bull looked at Mitch mockingly.

"N...no Sir...th..thanks..."

"Glad to hear it. See you round Oliver."

"See you round Dom."

Mitch followed his bear boss back to their cell. The equine was about to climb sadly onto his bottom bunk when the bear stopped him. He looked at Oliver, a question on his lips, as the bear motioned him to join him on top. Puzzled, Mitch climbed to the top bunk and lay down. There was more headroom here, and he could see the bear's pictures for the first time, stickytaped to the wall. One of them was a big shire horse, a bay with rich brown coat and black points. He was young, and hugging a very young looking Oliver while they both smiled for the camera.

Before he could ask any questions though, the bear climbed up next to him.

"Got a present for you pony. Came from my last visitor...figured you needed a bit of help with your training."

Mitch eyed the object without recongintion. Some sort of rubber ring arrangement? He didn't have to wait long to understand though, as Oliver coaxed his cock into the air, stroking lovingly with his paws before slipping the rings over Mitch's genitals. When he was done, after much writhing and complaining from the equine, one ring gripped his shaft down at his sheath behind his balls and the other constricted the top of his scrotum. It hurt, vaguely, but it also made him harder than ever before.

"Now...just relax pony, and let me do all the work."

That sounded good to Mitch, and he lay back and smiled a little, his head propped on his hands, as the bear worked his cock into a leaking hard mass and slowly took him inside. This time with the extra headroom, Oliver was able to sit upright on the horse, and ride him easier adjusting the speed and depth to his liking. Mitch reached out tentatively to grip the already throbbing bear cock, and Oliver leaned his head back in ecstacy as he enjoyed a long slow ride, taking his time. They went for hours, Mitch's jacking drawing several hard cums from his cellmate as the bear just kept on riding slowly, until one last shuddering cum emptied his balls for the day.

Then he rose off the now aching needy pony, and took Mitch's cock into his muzzle. One paw found a tight pony ring and he stroked that soft little pony nut and suckled until the horse finally unleashed a shattering orgasm, spraying Oliver's muzzle for long seconds with a river of cum.

When it was over, Mitch rested in the bear's arms, suddenly feeling safe but sleepy.

"Why...why haven't you taken my ass..."

The bear just laughed.

"I told you...I'm a power bottom."

"Yeah but...don't you do the other way sometimes?"

"Yes...but only rarely. I will do it with you pony, but only once, and only on your last night. And only if you beg me for it. Till then...don't worry."

Mitch smiled a little. His last night. Maybe he could survive till then; it wasn't all that far off after all. And he knew he would never beg.

*****

Three years later.

Mitch slept soundly, or as soundly as he could. He had never quite lost the alert sense for danger that prison had given him, and he was always a light sleeper now. Not that he really had anything to worry about; well except the bear who wanted his body like his own special drug. But thanks to the same bear, nobody ever seemed to bother him. Even Dmitri kept his distance.

His girlfriend stirred by his side, but didn't wake. It was enough to wake Mitch though, and he rolled over to kiss her cheek and watch her sleep. She had got back with him in the end, making it plain she was doing him an immense favour. He didn't feel like he could say no really, after everything.

She hadn't had to wait too long though, in the end. When he went up for parole, to his shock he found not just the warden but a certain bull guard fulsome in their support. The board judged him a good rehabilitation prospect, and he was scheduled for release the next week. The bull just grinned and winked.

Oliver had explained it all, of course.

"You always thought Dom was a sadistic bastard, and for sure kiddo, he had some of that in him. But there was a real fur inside the uniform too. He just doesn't like grief, so he lets his asshole side out to keep things under control so he doesn't have to deal with worse. And he knew as soon as he saw you that you would be a problem."

"Problem?"

"Yeah, fine young horse like you, no defences really. There would be brawls to see who got your ass. So, he put you with me. Oh, don't get me wrong, he knew what would happen, but it was better than someone like Dmitri. And he knew no one would take me on. He wanted you safe, then out as fast as possible, in one piece, and he knew I'd do the job"

Mitch had nuzzled against his bear then, wondering at the new perspective. He had grown in the year, not least due to regular sessions in the prison gym. He felt stronger, and certainly he was bigger. A part of him felt a little aggrieved.

"I could fight them now."

That just made Oliver laugh, really long and hard while Mitch blushed.

"You wouldn't last a second. Suckerpunching some drunk uni student outside a nightclub isn't the same thing as fighting for your life inside kid. Don't fool yourself. You aren't built for it; not your body, but your heart. And that's the way it should stay. Come on, admit it. When you saw that guy lying on the pavement in a pool of blood, you couldn't believe what you'd done, could you?"

The bear had known him after all.

He had managed to return to a normal life, redoing his final year of school then starting a course. He was going to do something with life; he just wasn't sure what it was yet. His girlfriend would tell him; she was always telling him.

The bear was never far from his mind though. It had really started when he had got access to a computer in the prison library. They were pretty strictly controlled, but they were allowed to do legal research, it was one of their prisoner's rights. And so Mitch had been searching, and found what he was looking for.

R v Oliver David Jackson

Oliver and his mate had been at a bar, and some guys hadn't liked a pair of fags drinking in their watering hole. They had got the two into a laneway outside and knocked the bear out, before laying into his mate. They put him in a coma, and when Oliver woke up in hospital, his boyfriend wasn't good. They had descriptions of the assailants with the police, but no witnesses came forward. It looked like they might get away with it.

So Oliver had hunted down the ringleader, and tried to beat a confession out of him. Only, he beat him a bit harder than he wanted. Murder was the charge, and Oliver hadn't really fought hard.

Mitch had finally asked him about it their last night together. The bear had laid him down gently on the top bunk again, but this time on his front. Mitch was suddenly nervous again, for the first time in a long time, and Oliver seemed to sense it. He took it very slow, stroking and then licking down the broad back of the stallion, admiring the way he had filled out in the last year, the easy flex of muscles under fur. He nuzzled against the hollow of Mitch's spine, then played with his dock before lifting the stallion's tail and blowing hot bear breath on his crevice.

When the moans and cried became needy, he finally let his tongue lick, just once, from dock to scrotum, delighting in watching the pony writhe and shudder. Then as Mitch made no move to stop him, he licked again, this time hard and loving, starting with Mitch's perineum and the back of his balls, before zeroing in on his tailhole.

With a gentle nudge, he managed to lift the stallion onto all fours, still with his muzzle buried in pony tailhole. One paw slowly jacked Mitch's cock, as his tongue lapped at the soft skin of a virgin ass.

Then he heard the most beautiful of sounds.

"Please...."

"Do you want it pony?"

"Please...take me..."

He had eased inside slow, spreading Mitch's tight pucker in immeasurably small motions, taking but not breaking, until he was buried to the hilt in the panting pony. Then they made love until Mitch fell asleep spooned against the bear, his thick cock still nestled inside Mitch's tailhole hot and leaking, but not moving lest he wake the tired pony.

Before he fell asleep though, Mitch had finally asked, as he faced the wall and the picture. The bear and the shire stallion, laughing and smiling as they hugged.

"What happened to him."

"Eh?"

"Your stallion. After they beat him up, and you went inside...what happened to him?"

There was a long sigh from behind, but the bear did not pull back.

"He recovered, but he was never the same. Brain injury induced personality change. He became withdrawn and couldn't cope with life. He never came to see me, never wanted to. Then one day he just died. Seizure, and that was it."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you didn't put him there. I should be the sorry one; I left him when he needed me. Those cunts weren't worth it, in the end, but I was young and stupid. Now I'm old and wise, and inside. Life sucks that way, eh?"

"Do you...well, do you only like me because I'm a horse like...like him?"

There was a pause.

"I like you because you're here and I am too kid. Don't read too much into it. There will be another tomorrow, once you're gone. That's the way it is."

Something about the bear's tone didn't convince him though.

On nights like this, snuggled up with his girlfriend, Mitch still couldn't help thinking about the bear, and their last night together. As he sighed and gave up on sleep for now, he reached for his sheath and felt his cock already hard, the end flared and leaking already. Mitch smiled softly; the bear had had his usual effect on the pony's cock, that was for sure.

He closed his eyes and remembered that first time, the feel of bear cock spreading his virgin tailhole, the hard throb of hot flesh inside, the warm rush of cum filling him, and he stifled a groan with his hand. His other hand was busy, stroking the full length of his cock, edging as he came close, backing off and starting again.

The insistent buzz of his phone broke the spell, and he slapped a hand on the bedside table to silence it before his girlfriend woke. She mumbled a bit in her sleep as she rolled away, and he cupped the phone to his ear.

The voice on the end stunned him, as did the command.

Slipping from the bed, trying to be as quiet as a 250 pound stallion could, he pulled on some jeans and a jacket and pocketed his keys before heading into the night. He knew the bar, it was one of his locals. The barman was a friend, and he had spent more than one night there talking while his girlfriend slept in the flat they shared.

The sight that greeted him when he entered made his face light up like a Christmas tree.

"What happened?"

Oliver returned his grin, waving the horse to join him. He nursed a long tall beer, and ordered another for Mitch.

"Some do gooders at uni started a justice project with their lecturer, and managed to convince the Attorney General to reopen my case. I'm out, pending a review by the AG and the Premier. Sounds promising for permanent release, sentence reduction and that, if they let me out for now."

Mitch rested his head against the bear while Oliver gently stroked his mane. He had missed that feel.

After a couple more drinks though, the stroking became more earnest, and reached different places. Both the bear and the horse were hard too, and after a hot kiss, Oliver pulled the stallion to his hooves.

Mitch eyed up his friend the barman, who merely raised his eyebrows a little before gesturing to the store room. The ram just shook his head, smiling, as he dried a glass. He had always wondered...now he was a little jealous of the bear. He wished he had said something sooner.

The two closed the door, turning on the light as they fell into a hard hungry kiss, fingers roaming over bodies. Oliver loved the feel, noticing the stallion had bulked up even more since he last saw him. The pony was now a stallion, but he was still his pony. He grinned to himself as he turned the horse round to face the wall, pushing Mitch up against the brickwork as his pony moaned in lust.

"Just checking..."

Mitch bit his tongue as he felt those strong paws on his jeans, pulling them roughly down to the floor. The bear nodded approval. It was still there; the pony was still his.

"Long time since I saw that. I've missed it."

"Yeah...I've missed the real thing though."

On Mitch's left ass cheek, his soft brown coat was marked by something else. A tattoo, done by the prison tattoo artist, a large black bear paw print. It hurt like a bastard at the time, but afterwards back in their cell, with Mitch fucking the bear like a stud horse, the pain had melted into a warm buzz in his ass that made him cum like a fire hydrant, cockring and permission be damned. Oliver had made sure to smack his non-tattooed cheek at least.

Ever since Mitch had felt that buzz in his ass whenever he fondled the tattoo. He had shrugged off his girlfriend's questions, claiming it was a gang sign from prison and not to worry about it. Now a heavy bear paw touched it, and his cock almost jizzed just from the touch. She never seemed to touch it right, when curiosity drove her to cop a feel. Oliver though....Mitch shuddered as claws grazed over the outline of a paw, modelled exactly on his big mitts.

Oliver chuckled as he turned the horse around, taking in the sight of a rampant stallion erection waving in front of his muzzle. He decided to savour a little though, first sucking each heavy orb into his muzzle before he tasted the tang of leaking pony cock.

As the bruin's muzzle slid slowly down Mitch's length, the groaning pony threw back his head and whinnied, letting his hands play in the short hairs on Oliver's head. A few more grey, but just as he remembered. A bear paw slid under his sack, reaching for his hole, and he felt claws pressing on his donut. As the bear slid two fingers deep up his ass, Mitch let loose, firing a thick load into his bear's muzzle, not caring how fast he had come. He looked down, seeing a grinning bear muzzle, teeth exposed, and glinting deep dark eyes as Oliver waggled a finger in admonition.

Oh well...

Dimly, Mitch wondered what to do about his girlfriend, but the feel of bear paw on his skin made thinking impossible. As Oliver turned him to face the wall and slapped his ass hard, before ramming two fingers deep into his pucker, Mitch let himself go and closed his eyes to enjoy.

Better leave that problem to tomorrow. After all, as he learned in prison, tomorrow was another day.