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"He's, what?" Aden looked at Dex out of the corner of his eye, his ears twitching in confusion. He could barely register what Dex had said.

"Lem feels like he's a pup, not an otter...I mean, I've heard of fetishes, and trans-gender, but not cross species!" Dex all but cried. "I really have no idea if this is a fetish, a trans thing, or a cross species thing, or a combination of all three! He flung himself down into the recliner and stared at Aden. The pure black Arabian ran his ringers through his mane a few times staring at his human lover.

Hah. Lover. I would never have used that word a year ago, now there is no doubt in my mind who my mate and lover is. This sure does complicate things. Ok, time to be there for him Aden.

"Well, who are we to pinpoint why he feels this way? He felt comfortable enough to tell you, and you acted cool about it. Just, well, go with it. Whats the worst that could happen!?" Aden snorted a little in impatience feeling his old onry self come to the fore. His mate was being silly. Who cared what this little otter felt. It wasn't like it was going to impact him at all.

"It was actually pretty cute, the way he kept wanting to nuzzle my hand..." Dex said offhandedly. Aden froze and stared at the human. Dex had a huge smile on his face. Aden's neck burned. He didn't know if it was from excitement or jealousy.

"Oh come on Aden..." Dex strode over quickly taking Aden into his muscular tanned arms. "Like I'm going to leave you for him. You do have to admit having a nice little eager otter around wouldn't be too upsetting." Dex gave him a wink, and bit him on his shoulder in affection. Aden relaxed.

"Well, if you put it that way, I'm not trading you for anyone Dex, you're mine, and I'm yours, but well....let's see?" Aden kissed Dex deeply.

**

Dex sighed as he hauled himself out of water, reaching for his towel as he sat at the pools edge. The chlorine and chemicals filled the air thickly as he quickly toweled himself off. He grimaced at the feel of stubble on his chest and abs, but the coach insisted that the smooth version of his skin would shave a few seconds off of his time.

He glanced over as Lem finished a couple of laps and launched himself out of the water, frowning. Dex smiled to himself at what he had back in his pack, and the plan he had for this afternoon. He and Aden would be helping the poor otter with his, self esteem problem.

Dex watched as Lem dried himself off and caught the otters eye and grinned a couple of times. Soon, Lem strode over, his tight little speedo keeping his privates firmly locked in place, and his thick tail swayed lazily as he walked over.

"You did well today, a little faster..." Dex grinned toothily down at the otter. This time he'd skipped the normal fur psychology books, and read one specifically for this situation. Canine. If the poor otter had a pup-tendency, sexual or otherwise, Dex had a feeling canine behavior would do it. He only regretted he had a tail or ears to help him. No help for it.

"Yeah, Ok I guess." Lem answered with a wry smile, rigorously toweling off his head. He was very slender, but well toned. He almost looked like a real otter until you noticed his shoulders and chest were much broader than a feral otter. Plus he was much bigger.

"Well, listen, I remember what you said about not fitting your shape, and I think we might be able to help." Dex smiled down, ruffling the fur on the otters head. He looked embarrassed for a second but brightened up. "Really?" He all but squeaked.

Dex chuckled. "Yes. Go shower, I have a few things to do, but then meet me at the bus stop, you're coming over to our place." Dex reached for his phone and began typing a text message. The otter gulped. "We?"

Dex looked down. The poor guy had a hang-dog look and almost looked ready to back out. "Yes, we. Don't worry Lem. It's going to be fine." Dex smiled as the otter returned the smile and trotted off to the showers.

I hope so anyway.

**

The walk back to the dorm room was interesting. While John had opted to stay at the parental abode, Aden and I had sprung for a double occupancy apartment (efficiency) near campus. Lem kept chattering by my side, enthusiastically talking away about the swim team, his family, and himself. After a while I sort of tuned him out. I was not used to the mustelid's conversational patterns and had no way I could really keep up. I just nodded from time to time, admiring his wiry frame as we finally made the last trek up the stairs to the door.

When we reached it, Aden opened the door for us both. Lem froze, and stared at Aden. While Aden was quite a big bigger than me, he was gargantuan to Lem, who was barely 5 feet in height. Lem smiled weakly. "Um....Hi Aden?" He was very shy and extended his paw to Aden who nickered lightly and shook it. "It's ok Lem, Aden has told me all about you..."

Lem bounded into the room and sat on the couch looking around himself shyly. Our apartment was not grandiose or overly well appointed. It was modest as befit two young men. A modest TV, a couple of desks, computers, and kitchen appointment to round out the bachelor pad. Lem took it all in. I sat down on one side of him, Aden on the other. Aden rested his arm across the otter's shoulders as he sat on the other.

"So, ah, Dex says you're on the team!?" He asked eagerly. Lem launched into a hyper recount of his time on swim teams, his time with the college, and meeting Dex, but shied away entirely from any type of other topics, like pups.

Aden gave Lem a knowing grin and stared off into the distance. "I dunno, are you sure you belong on a swim team?" He drawled. His ears perked forward keeping a keen eye and ear on the otter.

Lem seemed to squiggle a bit and blathered on for a while about being a good otter, being fast, and being right for the team....it was all I could do to not laugh. When he wound down, I put a second arm around him.

"Lem....you're amongst friends....you mentioned wanting to be a pup?" I asked softly. I kept my hand firm on his neck to stop him from bolting. For a second he tensed, then he just began sobbing gently. He slumped forward and to the side, curling up in Aden's lap. Poor Aden looked ready to cry himself, and just did his best to rub the poor otter's shoulders and nickered at him softly. I did my best as well trying to coo at him, and calm him down. Only when I began rubbing his ears did he seem to really calm down.

"Lem, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, we, well, Aden and I want to help you. You seem like a nice guy, and I've always had a soft spot for nice guys...." I hugged the poor thing. He was warm and sweet smelling against me. No musk, just sweetness. I almost began cuddling with him right then and there when I caught a look from Aden, and straightened up. He nickered at me and smirked.

"Lem, tell us, what is it? You want to be a pup? We won't stop you..."

Lem started his tale. He was a great swimmer, but never felt right. All his life he wanted to curl up next to people, to just forgo the normal rigors of life, and to just submit entirely to someone. Let them make the decisions, life was too hard. Not all the time, mind you, just during times of stress, like now, like when he was trying to fit in and find new friends.

"Well, do you feel like you aren't right as an otter?" I asked, my brows knitted. "Well, no." Lem answered softly. I feel right as an otter, physically, but emotionally I don't, especially when I'm stressed out and need to relax. Does that sound weird?" He rubbed his eyes once, looking up at me. I smiled down at him, and looked over to Aden, who smirked and nodded once. "No, not really."

Lem nuzzled my side for a second while Aden got up, and rummaged in my pack, he pulled three things out, and I smiled at them. He gave me a smirk and mouthed "Told you." To me. I just frowned and nudged the poor otter.

"Lem, how would you really like to be a pup?" The otter sat bolt upright and stared into each of my eyes, his brown eyes searching mine. "What do you mean?" He scooted away from me and put his hands demurely in his lap, brushing the fabric of his black shorts.

"I mean, here, in this place, you can let yourself go, let yourself be a pup, get in tune with yourself, and in the real world, be the other Lem. We'll give you space to be who you want to be.." I nodded to Aden who pulled the items out.

Item one. A leather molded and very custom dogs mask, complete with ears, and grinning muzzle. Item two, a long leather leash and collar, one bone shaped tag with the word "Lem" on it. Lem stared for a second at the items. Confusion reigned in his eyes. "I....don't understand..." His eyes were transfixed on the mask though, never leaving it.

Aden sighed. "Here, in our apartment you can be the pup you want to be. You can wear the mask, lay on the couch, snuggle with me and Dex, nap in the sun, chase balls, whatever, and in return, you will find your center." Aden sat down and stroked Lem's neck. Lem shuddered until Aden's hands found the spot behind the otter's ears. Suddenly Lem nodded. "Oh yesss....oh yessss....please???"

He looked at Aden so earnestly I burst out laughing. I watched as Aden worked the mask onto his head, along with the collar and leash as he spoke.

"Now, no talking pup. You're a good pup right? Doggy sounds? Doggy behavior? All that right?" He hooked the buckle on the collar. Lem yipped in a good approximation of a dog. He immediately dropped to all fours. His thick otter tail began to wag quickly like a dog's. Aden laughed hugely and rubbed him on the back of his neck. Suddenly Lem dropped to the floor, panted, and presented his belly. Aden chuckled, pulled Lem's shorts and shirt off and rubbed him aggressively. "Who's a good boy!?" He enthused.

Immediately Lem got hard, but squirmed happily under the rubbing Aden gave him. Aden gave me a concerned look. I just chuckled. "One day at a time Aden. Who knows.....he's an eager pup isn't he?"

Lem scrambled up to all fours and begged on his hind legs, his tongue hanging out, he yipped excitedly. I couldn't help myself. "Ok Pup, up here now, we're going to watch the news..." I patted the couch next to me. Lem bounded up and eagerly rubbed his nose against my thighs and the couch as he tried to "dig"a spot for himself in the cushion. His cock was hard and leaking. I chose to ignore it for now. More of that later. Aden sat next to me, our pup in between us panting happily. He sighed a very contented canine-like sigh, complete with small whine, when Aden and I snuggled close to watch the evening news.

**

The next day was an interesting one. Aden and I had woken up to a very canine-like Lem, curled at the foot of our bed fast asleep. The two of us smiled down at Lem, and gently woke him up. He bounded off of the bed and, on all fours, made his way into the living room. He'd made off with one of my shoes, and began playing with it on the couch.

Aden chuckled as he walked out of the bathroom with his clothes for the day on. "You know, I hope we don't regret this..." he whispered to me. I shook my head. "No, I don't think so. Look at how happy he is. As long as this is a positive thing, I can't see how it can be anything but good!" Aden chuckled and nickered at me nuzzling my neck. "Ok, you're the boss heard leader." I spun around and rapped him between the eyes with a fist. "Knock it off mate. You're mine and I'm yours. I am not going to let him or anyone else spoil that part of my life." Aden crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me.

We both got ready for school. As I finished dressing, I walked over and asked Lem to stand up. I reached over and took his mask and collar off. He scratched his face a bit. "How do you feel?" I asked him, putting the items in a box I'd set there last night. It had the words "Lem's Toys" on it. The otter smiled hugely.

"I feel awesome. So free, so relaxed." He found his clothes where he left them, and quickly dressed, becoming very modest all of a sudden. He'd been nude around the two of us all evening, with the mask on, but without it he was embarrassed. I sighed at that.

"Good. Remember, you can come over and use these whenever you want, just call first, ok?" Lem nodded and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. He did the same to Aden, his head barely coming up to his pecs. "Thanks." He whispered, and quickly bolted out of the door.

"Well, a new project for you eh Dex?" Aden smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.

**

The day went quickly by, and I found myself zipping through classes with a breeze. All the hard work I'd poured into my courses the last year of my high school career had paid off, and I was more than prepared for the advanced subjects I was studying. I only wished that Aden was having as good a time as I was. Soon it was time for practice with the swim team. I had practice every day. By every day, I mean every day. Monday through Sunday. Today I made my way to the gym, quickly changed into my speedo, and made my way to the pool.

I found Ben and Jason arguing with the coach. It looked like they were getting their way. I could only make out a few words, something about order of ranking, and how they should rank higher than most. The equine coach made placating motions with his hands and had a very submissive equine stance.

I thought I'd left this all behind in High School. Apparently not. Time to bring another member into the herd, and maybe a couple of non-equines as well.

Soon we were all in our lanes, and swimming. I made it a point to stay well ahead of Ben and Jason. This was just practice, but I made certain they knew I was faster than them. They struggled to keep up, but I managed to say ahead of them. They didn't look happy, but they weren't as mad as before. When we broke for a break, I made certain to sit near them. Jason was on my immediate left. He was the problem more so than Ben.

"You guys did well." I nodded to him. He scowled. "Yeah, well, its probably because you're so light, that's why your fast." He complained. I chuckled. "No, you just couldn't keep up Jason. It's ok, we're a team right?" He nodded absently as I rested my arm around his shoulder. Lem glanced over at us, he wore a confused look on his otter like face.

"Ben? How do you think the team is coming?" For a second Ben looked lost at my question. He glanced at his brother who was too intent at looking at me. "Uh, fine?" He almost made it a question. I just nodded. "Little Lem there sure is fast isn't he?" I asked Ben. Ben turned to look quickly at the otter who turned his head away quickly, obviously embarrassed. "Lem? Yes, very fast, not as fast as you though." Ben said. I felt Jason tense under my arm.

I ran my hand down his back and calmly laid it against his shark like tail. It thrashed for a second, and again his eyes glazed. "Yes....fast..." he said softly. I gently massaged the tail murmuring to Jason. "He's a great guy you know, and I think our team is going to do very well this year right?"

Jason nodded. Ben watched us for a second. I suddenly saw realization on his face as he figured out what I was doing. Ben chuckled. "Yes brother-mine, we're going to do so very well, and both Dex and Lem are going to help right Dex?"

I felt his hand slide next to mind against his brother's tail. Jason shuddered slightly. I noticed his crotch bulge a lot. "Oh yes....lots of help...." Jason breathed out. I chuckled and winked at Ben.

**

After my shower, I made my way to Coach Anderson's desk. He was a pure white equine with bright blue eyes. He nodded at me as I entered. "Dex, how are you?" He was sitting at his desk filling out some type of carbon forms.

"Fine, listen, Mr. Anderson, why did you let Ben and Jason get to you?" I asked leaning forward on his desk, both of my palms resting on it's cool surface. The clock on the student union tour chimed the hour.

"What?" He asked staring blankly at me. I stood straight up and stared him in the eye, arching my neck a little. "You heard me. Why?"

He spluttered for a second or two, and was unable to answer.

"Look!" I shouted tossing my head. "YOU are in charge here, this is YOUR stable, YOUR heard. You do NOT just let two boys, sharks though they may be, run YOUR heard stud!" I shouted. I reached down and showed him my necklace given to me by my heard.

I'd found out that it was a traditional symbol that ONLY heard leaders could wear. People who wore one exactly like this who were not one, were usually confronted by equines and asked to take it off. Mr. Anderson's eyes went wide.

"Where did you get that?" He stood up quickly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye, wariness in his very stance.

"My heard gave it to me, and by my right as a heard leader, I have to ask you what the fuck you think you're doing!?" I shouted again.

He stood up quickly. "No human has a heard!" He shouted back. I stood rock still staring him in the eye for a second. I pulled out my phone, and pulled up the picture from graduation. All of us sitting around with our gowns on. Aden and me together in the front, seated. Jake, Andrew, Melissa, Tracy, Rodney, and even Luc stood behind us. The caption read "Pioneer HS Heard." Mr. Anderson stared for a second.

"Wait, you're THAT Dexter? Dexter...Oh God. Kingsbury. I should have known."

The large equine sank back down in his chair.

"So I ask you again, why did you let them get to you?" I sat back down staring at him intently, baring my teeth as I asked the question. The equine behavior worked. He ducked his head. "I....was...scared of them."

I chuckled a little. "Really? You know Jason's a big pushover, and Ben is a lot smarter than he looks even though he's not the alpha."

The equine's head rose at that. "Really? I....hadn't noticed." I nodded. "It takes time and skill to read other species. Tell me about it. I 'speak' four now. Equine, Bovine, Shark, and I'm learning Canine." I tossed him the items in my hands. "Basic Fur Psychology." "Sharks, and the Wonders of Cetaceans" and finally, "The Contented Horse." Read them all stud. You're homework. I wont let you ruin this heard. You have a lot to learn, but when I'm done with you, you are going to be one hell of a stallion.

Mr. Anderson's eyes went wide. "What?" He spluttered, his ears back. I dug in my bag again. "Oh, yes. And one more thing. You need a bit of a lesson" I smirked as I pulled out one very black and plain bridle. The coaches eyes went wide, but he nodded at the bridle, bit, and reigns.

I'd already mentioned Anderson to Aden. He hadn't been happy that I might have to dole out one of the "Traditional" lessons as I've learned they're called, but he nodded finally. "Well, herd needs come before mine really. I love you, and I wish we could be monogamous, but I understand what your role may need you, and us, to do together and sometimes apart. Just, remember, I may have to do the same." I had nodded. Leaders in the herds rarely had the luxury of being sexually monogamous, but, at least they could keep their mates to themselves as mates. Sex was a different thing entirely. Leaders, true leaders (like the Stallion and Mare) were expected to "handle" things, and if sex was involved, then it was part of the job.

I walked over to the office door, and locked it, I then closed the blinds to the window. "Over here stud!" I commanded, moving the chairs to the side, clearing a space in front of his desk. I slipped the bridle over his head, jamming the bit between his teeth. He shuddered at the feeling. Once it was locked in place, I yanked on the reigns and brought him roughly to his knees. "Shirt of stud!" I commanded. He did so, flinging the college themed polo over to the corner. His breath came raggedly.

"Have you been disciplined by a Stallion before colt?" I asked harshly. He shook his head no. I raised my eyebrows. "Really? You didn't grow up with an alpha in your family? No stallion?" He shook his head no. I thought to myself for a second. It was really amazing he wasn't uncontrolled like Aden was, still, it didn't mean that he was entirely docile. Time to test the waters.

"Strip your pants off." I barked. This made him stop. He frowned deeply at me, and made as if he was going to stand up. I yanked hard on the reigns forcing him down until his chin was on the floor.

"You heard me colt, you're one piss poor heard leader, and I need you strong. You're going to learn to be strong, or you're out of the herd! Hear me?" I huffed and bit him on his neck, hard. I wasn't an equine, but I could still bite hard. He whinied sharply at me. He struggled to get up. I kept my hand firm where it was. He reached out to try to take the bridle off. This is where I got a little cruel. I still hated this part, and I'd never had to go to this level before, but this untamed stud would be a danger to himself, his students, his family and his community.

I was learning over time that studs like him were great around humans, and lousy around furs. They had adapted well, but there was still instinct and base emotions in the furs that responded well to other furs who were well adjusted.

I scowled. I began to whip the reign around in a vertical circle around the equines head. He balked each time the leather got near his face. This was supposed to be very humiliating for an equine fur. Only feral horses needed this treatment, to teach them the real meaning of the tools being used on them. Fear and pain would drive the message home. As I lunged the reign around him, he scrambled to all fours, a sharp equine cry escaped around the bit. He backed up until his rump his the wall, and he stopped. He was shaking hard now.

"Pants OFF!" I shouted. He reached down, and quickly undid his shorts, tugging them off. He was back on all fours, shaking like a leaf.

"Stallions are not afraid!" I shouted bringing the reign sharply across his rump. He squealed. "Stallions never shy from the reign!" I hit him again. "They respect the tools of the trade, and they fucking listen!" I shouted as the leather whipped into his white furred rump a third time. He hung his head panting. I stopped swinging the reign. I tugged on it, bringing him to his feet. He rose and stood there.

Mr. Anderson was a stunning example of an equine fur. Pure white. Very lean and toned. His balls were very large (even for an equine) and hung low. His cock only peeked out a little from his sheeth. It looked to be pure pink in color.

I dropped the reign. "If you think I'm being unfair, please feel free to call the administrators, or the police, and have me arrested" I commented taking his chair behind the desk. I shoved the phone over to him. He glanced at the phone, then back at me. "But let me tell you a story first."

He cocked his head to the side. "I was once tormented by a very poorly trained colt. He would bully me, and many others. It took me a year or so to get him into shape. I had to do train his dad as well. Both of them were undisciplined, and not at all in a good frame of mine. I love you equines a ton, which is why I took on a heard. I had no idea how far it would go, but as it continues to go, and as their lives get better, I realize I'm doing something good for you. For all of you. I may not be an equine, but I've been told I have the heart of one. I care for my heard. I want to care for you. You may or may not become part of the herd. You may form your own here. But please, let me help. I really think I know what I'm doing, and I know you can be one hell of an equine."

I sat back and waited. This was the hard part. By human law, he could call, make a complaint, and I'd be arrested for assault. Once the furs heard about it (especially my heard) some of the esoteric fur laws would come to bear, and I'd get off as what I'm doing is according to fur law. Sure, it was a grey area for a human, but if my heard stood up for me, and filed the right paperwork during the hearings, I'd get off as I'd be their heard leader / Stallion."

I watched Anderson's face for a few moments. His ears told the story. Confusion, admiration, and resignation. He finally nodded, and shoved the phone back.

I walked back over. I cupped my hand to his cheek, and stroked his muzzle, he closed his eyes and shivered. I reached up and pulled the bit out of his mouth. "Speak, Anderson."

"Please, Tom. Call me Tom." He whispered. "I'm sorry Stallion, my parents were, well, I was adopted and raised by humans. So, I don't really know how this all works." He sighed.

I patted him on the rump. "Well, equine psychology is important. I'm surprised you didn't read those books I'm giving you. There are a lot more. You need to learn a lot about being equine to fit in to real equine society. What if you get four of them on your team? What then? Would you submit and become part of their heard?" I asked chuckling. "I would hate to see a school official submit to the students."

He smirked. "I think thats already happening." He chuckled. I frowned at him, I whipped him sharply on his ass with the reign I still held in my hand. "I'm no student to you! Out there, I am, but you look to ME for your guidance. You are afraid of a student!? come to me. You have a problem with anyone!? Come to me. I'm not your fucking student Tom! Remember that! I'll act like one to keep up appearances and to ensure you don't loose 'face' but in all reality you look to me!" I panted baring my teeth at him. He shivered and looked down.

"Yes, sir?" He said. I whipped him again. "It's Stallion or Herd-Leader. Got it?" I snarled back, staring him down.

"yes Stallion." He whispered.

"Good." I nodded. "Now....on all fours!"

He stared for a second, and when I shifted the reigns, he dropped immediately down. I chuckled. "Well good, you're not stupid!" I huffed. He nodded.

"Not stupid stallion, just ignorant!" It was almost a shout. I chuckled again.

"Good. Very good stud!" I knelt down and patted him gently on the rump, and let my hand caress it gently, slowly working my hand down to his hefty nuts. He grunted as my hand caressed them, his eyes snapped open. He didn't say anything though. I just ran my hand over them softly, feeling their warmth. I smirked as I saw his cock slowly lower. The hit the ground and leaked some pre into the tiled floor.

"Such a good colt!" I intoned gently, almost nickering myself. "Read the books, even the one on horses. You'll understand more of what you're in for, and why I'm doing what I'm doing." He nodded absently, closing his eyes as I let my hand snake down his huge cock. Aden was bigger, but Tom was still very impressive. I cupped his tip, getting my fingers coated well with his pre. I brought it to my nose, and noticed his eyes were back open watching me. His eyes widened as I sniffed his fluid deeply and took a taste. He was so very sweet tasting. Almost like a sugar. Only a very hint of grass met my tongue as I lapped at the fluid. I smiled at him. "Very nice."

I reached into my own pants and got a good bit of my on pre on my other finger and brought it to his nose. His nostrils flared as he took in my scent. I then smeared a little at the edge of each nostril. "Don't wash that off Tom. Take it in. Learn your Stallion's scent. Hear me?" He nodded, his eyes crossing as my scent flooded his senses. I knew I had a much stronger smell than most equines. It might have been one reason why this part of the training always went so well.

"Good. I nodded back. I stood up, and put the bit and reigns away, leaving the bridal on his head. "Leave the bridal on for a week. I'll leave my cell number here on your desk. Read those books damnit! CALL me if you have questions. We'll meet here. And I'm dead serious. I'm here for you Tom, day, night, weekends, anytime. I leaned down and kissed him on his lips aggressively. He moaned into my kiss slipping his tongue across my lips. "I care for all of my heard. I care for you Tom. Mr. Anderson. My stud!"

I smiled at him as I pulled away. He beamed at me. "Stay here for 15 minutes in this posture. Think about what I've said." I told him as I wrote my phone number and e-mail address down. "Don't forget. I'm here for you Tom!" He nodded and stared at the floor. I turned, and left. Another member added. I sighed.