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The lecture hall buzzed as students excitedly hurried to their seats, dumping backpacks and books onto the floor next to their desks. It'd be a packed house, this Dr. Cibran Brea knew well. Nope, the kids wouldn't skip this lecture, or the next four for that matter. Hell, the horny little fuckers, mostly university freshman and sophomores, would actually be on time for once. Funny how that works, the bull thought.

With a swipe of his hoofed finger across the front of his cellphone, the professor glanced at the time. 8:01 AM. Time to get started. Clearing his throat, he did a mic check. The din of eager, chatty students died instantly. Two hundred pairs of eyes settled on him as he spoke. "Ok everyone, thanks for showing up today. I was kinda worried I'd have an empty auditorium and have some explaining to do to our guests." The students laughed. "As you all well know, today's class is the first in a series of demonstrations of the male sexual response cycle. If you're squeamish and do not want to view explicit sexual activity, you may excuse yourself at any time." Of course, no one left. "If you stay, pay attention to the reaction of your own bodies. What you're thinking, feeling and experiencing. Again, fair warning. What we're about to see is graphic. I understand that you yourselves may be turned on by it. That's natural. Still, guys, if the need to rub one out, I'm going to ask that you quietly exit the hall and visit the bathroom..." Most of the males in the class chuckled uncomfortably while the females stole sly peeks at their crotches. Hormones raging, Cibran knew most of the horny shits were already hard or wet and the live porn hadn't even started yet. He could smell it; their musk and heat soaked the air. "But most of all, be respectful to one another and our guests."

Fob in paw, the bull clicked to the first Power Point slide. The lecture hall's huge hi-def LED screen flicked to life with the first slide of his lecture. The presentation was simple:

[SEXUALITY 201: WEEK 6 - THE URSINE MALE SEXUAL RESPONSE CYCLE]

"Following the syllabus, we'll be starting the week off with the ursine male sexual response cycle. Tomorrow will be the male canine response cycle. Wednesday, equine. Thursday, my favorite but I'm biased... bovine." More laughter. "And we'll finish out the week with our lapine friends." Hoofing across the auditorium, the bull fetched a large, padded bed on casters. Ancient, it looked like a cross between an examining table, chair and torturer's rack. Cibran wheeled it under the LED screen and position parallel so that the students could see it in profile. With his right hoof, the professor depressed the gray, ridged paddles on the two rear casters, locking the wheels into place. His attention returned to the audience. "And if our guests could come on in..." he said loudly into the mic.

A door in the front left corner of the auditorium opened and a polar bear and horse, both wearing robes, stepped into the hall. The students immediately began to chatter excitedly amongst themselves. "Quiet down," the bull lowed over the sudden frenzy of chitter-chatter. "Our guests today are Tony and Dr. Jimmy Lewis. They are both former actors in the porn industry. Tony is currently a doctoral candidate studying sexual dysfunction and his partner," the bull explained, "Dr. Lewis, is completing post-doc research on the psychology of sexual identity at Cal-Brighton University." The pony nodded, his chestnut mane tumbling into his eyes. He brushed it away. "And with that, I'll turn it over to Mr. Lewis and Dr. Lewis."

"Thanks, Dr. Brea," the polar bear gruffed into the mic in his paw. He tapped it. "This thing on?" A feedback loop. The hall laughed painfully. "Guess it is," the bear said, mugging it up. "Again, I'd like to thank Dr. Brea for inviting us here today." Walking up to the horse, the polar bear grabbed his mate's robe belt and undid the knot, letting the lengths of fabric drop to dangle from its loops. "Jimmy and I met while working in the porn industry," Tony continued as the pony turned his back to him. "After we decided to retire from acting in 2006, we both decided to pursue graduate degrees in sexuality." And with that, the bear stripped the robe off the horse, leaving the entirety of his lean, brown body exposed for all to see. The students collectively gasped. It phased neither the ursine nor equine. The bear then undid his own belt and slid out of his robe to still more gasps and excited, hushed whispers. The polar bear, unlike the horse, was heavy set but built. His fur was the color of snow, accented by his brown eyes, big black nose, lips, pads and claws. Naked, he walked to the old examining table and sat on it, without missing a beat as he addressed the class. "Jimmy completed his Ph.D. in 2012. I'm ABD and will likely earn my doctorate sometime next may," the white bear said, surveying the class. "Since the focus of today's class is on the ursine male sexual response cycle, Jimmy and I are going to have anal intercourse. He will top and I will bottom. Pay close attention to how my body responds. Try to identify the four stages of my sexual response cycle."

As the bear spoke, his mate took the mic and clipped it securely into the bear's neck fur. Jimmy then rounded the foot of the table as Tony laid back, lifted his legs and placed his foot paws onto the brown horse's shoulders. With a stroke of his paw against his sheath, Jimmy's cock head pushed into view. He tugged at it, massaging his glans with his palm. The horse's penis dropped, hitting Jimmy's knee before it started to stiffen, swelling in rhythmic twitches into a 14 inch pole of hard horseflesh that pointed at his mate's ass. Jimmy glanced around. "Lube?" The bull hurriedly passed him a small packet of clear fluid. Tearing it open, horse trickled the slick, viscous fluid onto his pink and brown mottled cock. Gripping the head, he ran his paw up and down his length, a lewd shlick, schlick, schlick echoing through the silent lecture hall. Jimmy leaned forward. "You ready hon?" bled out of the hall's speakers. The big bear nodded and laced his paws behind his head as he relaxed, eyes closed.

Jimmy angled his horsecock at the pucker of flesh just below Tony's tail. His fingers wrapped around his medial ring, he smeared his huge cockhead against the polar bear's ass. Tony's sigh of pleasure carried through the auditorium. Jimmy had already started leaking. He pressed his cockslit against Tony's tailhole, pushing into it. He pulled back, then pushed forward yet again. The hole started to open around his flared cock. "Oh yeah," Tony growled. With another shove, the bumpy crown of Jimmy's glans penetrated Tony's muscular ring. Stepping forward, the horse bucked, shoving himself into his mate's ass up to the ring. The polar bear's feet jumped as the horse anchored his shoulders beneath the bear's knees. Slowly but firmly, the horse started to thrust.

"This is... is phase... umph... one. Excitement," the bear explained all the while getting railed. "My heartrate, blood pressure, breathing are... oh.... Increasing. My cock..." From the bear's fuzzy sheath, a peep of black. It grew quickly, swelling into view. The horsedick inside brushed the polar bear's prostate. He practically jumped; so did his cock. Jimmy slid in and out, Tony's tunnel felt like hot velvet around his hard flesh. Clear fluid leaked, slicking the inside of the bear's ass. The horse's right paw left Tony's thigh, tickling down the outside of the bear's leg. Traced through the fur of Tony's left ass cheek. The bear squirmed. Hoofed fingers found his balls, playing with them.

"Oh yeah... oh god..." the bear groaned.

As his mate plowed him, Tony could feel his ears begin to burn. His skin tingled. Body twitched here and there. Toes splayed. Lips curled, showing his huge canines. Jimmy, thrusting faster, had closed his eyes and was focusing on the pleasure shooting up his cock. They were being watched. He was being watched. All those eyes. He was fucking his mate like an animal and everyone could see. God, how he wanted them all to see. This was his mate, his mount, his bitch. He could do this. They could not. They'd have to be content watching. He snorted, blowing moist, hot air hard out his nose. Inside the Tony, Jimmy's cock twitched, spurting a gout of precum into the bear's ass.

Tony's chest heaved. He fought for breath. His hips were rocking steadily in time with his mates thrusts. He fought the urge to grab his cock and jack it. "This... this... this... is... I'm into the... the.. oh fuck...holy fuck... god... I'm into the plateau... stage. My cock-- Jimmy gave him a hard thrust, driving he head of his horsecock straight into the bear's sweetspot.

"Uhhhhhhh...." Tony growled in pure extascy.

Quiet gruffs and grunts had started to fill the auditorium. Through lidded eyes, Jimmy looked at the students. A fox in the first row was slowly pumping his fist up and down his red rocket. In one of the corners, a female kangaroo had her fingers between her legs. They glistened. And towards the rear, a young wolf, certainly a freshman, quivered. Ropes of wolfspunk squirted onto his front, staining his black Che shirt. Closing his eyes, the horse smiled. The bear was his and only his and they would never fuck him. He drove his hips forward. They. Hips back. Would. Forward. Never. Back. Fuck him. Forward.

The breath hitched in Tony's chest as his mate rutted him, fucked him like an animal. "You know you live for this," the horse whispered for all to hear. "Fuck yeah." He rutted faster, harder, then faster. The polar bear began to squirm, then thrash. Precum spurted freely from his raging hard cock with each thrust of the horsedick against his nut.

"Oh, oh uh uh..." Tony's back arched, hips raised. With a final vicious shove, Jimmy plowed him to the hilt. The polar bear's entire body leapt around Jimmy's cock. Rope after thick rope of bear cum erupted from Tommy's cock. The first couple shots blasted over his head. The next hit him in the left cheek.

Spurred by the site of his mate's seed and the smell of his musk, Jimmy let himself go. Deep inside the polar bear's ass, his glans belled. Warm heat coursed through Tony's body as the horse's thick, hot seed filled him. Jimmy savored the spasm of Tony's hole around his cock, the clench and release, milking him, sucking his balls dry... all while the student's watched. Watched him breed. "Oh yeah..." Jimmy groaned with the ebb of his climax. He collapsed forward against the polar bear's soft, hot, sticky front. Tony wrapped his arms around the pony, holding him. They were panting.

"Enjoy that?" the bear whispered.

"Oh yeah," the horse panted.

Their words echoed throughout the lecture hall. The air stank like cum. Half the students were still jacking their meat. Neither the bear nor horse cared. They had each other and that was all they needed. "We get to do this again on Wednesday, yanno," the horse whickered. "Only I'll be on the table this time."

"Payback's gonna be a bitch, bitch," the bear growled with a grin.

"I don't expect anything less," the horse nickered.

They kissed.