Jager Is A Bully

It was that time of the day on this week Tain hated most, Science.
It was in this lesson he would be seated next to the most popular student in school, Jager a horse that towers over most of the school, especially little Tain a meagre tiger more built to be a kitten or house cat at most. But it wasn't his size that gave him intimidation, in fact no one was really afraid of him at all, except of course for poor Tain. You see, Jager had something special about him. Somehow he could get into people's minds and make them believe anything. Who knew how, that didn't really matter, all that mattered was Jager used this to be top of the school, even above the teachers there that also adored him. But for some reason, with all he had, Jager targeted the little tiger day after day, and of course there was nothing he could do about it.
Tain thought about all this as he sat in class, waiting in his seat for the sound of the hooves coming through the door. Hooves did in fact come through the door, but at least these were those of Mrs Clover, a sheep of short stature, just slightly under Tain. She was a sort of... grandmacore teacher, you know the kind, the ones that wear the perfectly circle glasses and the cardigan that barely fit over all the fluffy wool that covered the ewe, she would always bring a mug of hot tea from the lunch break that came in before.

Tain's relief was short-lived as right behind Mrs Clover came the horse, no doubt sweet talking her before class, and just as always he's followed by four or five over students, clambering for his attention. Jager's eyes went across the classroom and made contact with Tain's. The tiger looked just long enough to see a smirk stretching across the horse's face before he turned away quickly to break the eye contact. It wasn't long before the horse came and sat in his seat on a stool next to Tain at the long table.

“Better hold that, class will be starting soon.” He said, idly as he put his bag on the table and unzipped it open.
Tain was confused, but then he started to feel it. The growing urge to poop. This shtick again... he concentrated on the feeling, trying to mentally prepare himself for the lesson ahead but was then immediately awestruck by what Jager removed from his bag. At first he thought it was a wrapped burrito but It was actually some sort of fuck toy, a large hand held one. As he removed it from the bag and sat it on the table he moved the bag to under the desk so that only the pink silicon mare vagina remained. Then he did something only he could do; He started to unzip his pants as the last of the students entered the class.
“Mr Johnson.” He stated. The PE teacher? Why is he saying...
“He was more than happy to be my fun for the lesson. Besides you of course.” He continued as he finished unzipping and started to pull at the bulge in his pants before just flopping the whole horse dick out. Tain quickly looked away, embarrassed.
Something I should probably mention... Remember when I told you how Jager could make people believe anything he wanted them to believe, well it went a little further than that.
You see, Jager made people believe things enough that reality would bend around them to match their belief. Jager needed a place to piss? If you were lucky enough he'd tell you that you were a urinal, and before you knew it, you were attached to a wall happily taking the horse's warm piss on your porcelain.

“Funny having the name Mr Johnson when now he's a tight cunt.” Jager exclaimed with a slight chuckle as he began lining the head of his shaft with the folds of the toy. The student to Jager's left, a golden retriever named Dill laughed with Jager as he watched intently at the edge of the table where Jager was now starting to slide the fuck toy over the mushroomed tip and now slowly down the shaft.

“Bet that feels good, huh?” The dog looked intently his ears perking as he looked to Jager then back down at the action, of which was now the horse slowly sliding the toy up and down.

“Heh, does. I should make you one some time to see how you feel.” The horse replied, giving him a side glance as he continued to let the toy do it's job.
“Oh please!” The dog answered back with a interested nod.

“Okay class, today is presentation day if you haven't forgotten.” Mrs Clover started, the class looking to the front as all the could be heard was the odd shuffle and the pumping of horse cock going on at the back of the class. As the teacher prepared at the front of the class, Tain could feel his need to poop rising, the feeling that all he had to do was push slightly to just let it out. Jager looked to Tain with a smirk, huffing like horse he was out his nostrils, intimidatingly. The horse knew exactly what Tain was feeling. It was him that was making him feel like this after all.

“Would you like to go first, Jager?” The teacher asked, as if Jager was doing nothing out of the ordinary when it was obvious exactly what Jager was doing to all, his dick coming just over the edge of the table as he leant back a bit on the stool, pumping the silicon PE teacher over his hard horse meat.
“I'll go second, miss, just give me a bit to finish off.” Jager answered, continuing.
It disturbed and filled Tain with a morbid curiosity that he was going to see Jager actually cum next to him in the next few minutes if not sooner.
“Okay, that's no problem. How about you Dill?” The teacher asked. “Dill?”
The dog still fixated on Jager's fun, a tent clear as day in his pants.
“Dill, dear.” The dog snapped out of it.
“Oh, uh, yeah, one sec!” The dog rummaged around in his pockets before getting up and making his way to the front of the class. When he reached the front it was clear as day his arousal from watching Jager just moments before. A tent pitched ninety degrees straight forward, probably brought on more by the idea of being Jager's toy than the actual idea of feeling what it's like using the toy.

As Dill was preparing to begin his presentation Jager was increasing with speed. His legs squirming slightly and pushing his thighs together. Tain looked around and noticed many eyes fixated on the bouncing motions happening upon Jager's meaty horse shaft.

“Ahem.” Dill cleared his throat nervously with an aer of unbridled horniness the dog was struggling to keep down. Tain figured Jager wasn't just playing with him today but also with Dill.

The horse smiled smugly as he normally does but with his eyes locked on Dill's.
“ATP-pee Synth-fuuuck...” The dog muttered, abruptly pausing his presentation as it had only just begun by grabbing at the bulge in his pants, twisting his knees inwards.
“Dill?” The teacher asked, before a moment after the dog removed his paw from his crotch, leaving a long slimy string that beaded from his paw to his slimy, wet crotch.

Even after cumming his pants involuntarily the dog tried to regain his composure and continued reading off of his slides, albeit with an embarrassed demeanour.
As Dill continued his presentation, Jager grew closer to the edge, huffing and snorting at the back of the class, making it hard for Dill to stay focused. Tain also already finding it hard to focus on anything but having an accident.

Eventually Dill finished his presentation and was handed a handful of paper towels from Mrs Clover to do the best to wipe the slimy cum from his trousers.
“Jager, you next, dear?” Mrs Clover asked, turning her attention to the horse at the back of the class rapidly pumping his shaft with bestial snorts.
“One, second... huff... miss...” Jager responded, looking forward with concentration before suddenly slowing his pumps to short quick thrusts.
Tain could hear it before he saw it. The squelching of the horse's seed being forced into every pocket of his fuck toy like filling a donut, before finally he couldn't help but watch the slimy stuff ooze out with nowhere else to go, slowly pooling to the front of Jager's stool and then the floor.

“Bet you loved that, Mr Johnson.” Exclaimed Jager proudly, before he took the toy off the mushroomed tip of his cock and slammed it onto the table with messy display letting the contents ooze out.
Tain was disgusted and annoyed at how the horse's semen pooled and rolled down the imperfections of the table to make Tain's desk space virtually unusable.

Quickly scooping up his books so as to not become water damaged and slimy.
With an announcing scrape of his stool being pulled from the desk as he stood up, Jager pulled up his pants and made his way to the front of the class. The class of which hadn't taken their adoring eyes off of the horse the entire cum session. The horse walked to the front with a confident stride, glancing back to Tain with a prideful smirk as he stopped in front of the whiteboard.
“Now, What do you have for us, Jager?” Asked Mrs Clover with a both interested eyes and a reassuring smile.
“Well, miss.” He replied with a smile. “It's in my back pocket, could you reach it for me?”
With this Tain rolled his eyes.
“Back pocket?” Mrs Clover asked as she shuffled her way to Jager, coming behind him. “Which pocket dear?” She asked as he began reaching into a trouser pocket.
“No, no, miss, the other one.” Jager answered, Mrs Clover started patting the other back pocket. “There's nothing in it, dear.” She replied, innocently cupping the horse's butt cheek.
“No the middle one!” Jager exclaimed, bending forward and squatting slightly.
“Middle?” Mrs Clover's hand passed over the horse's butt, cupping squarely between the cheeks as if there was really a middle pocket before a baited grunt followed shortly by a muffled fart into the teacher's waiting hand announced his intention.
“Remember miss, my presentation was to be all about how well I poop my pants.” Jager explained, trailing a glance towards the squirming Tain, as if to tease the poor tiger, to mock his predicament.
“Oh yes!” The teacher replied, excited with what was to come, mentally taking notes about what she was going to grade for. Mass? Firmness? Who knew, but she was ready to experience what Jager was doing.

The students were at the edge of their seats, many of the front row leant over their desks to watch Jager's “presentation.”

Jager braced, his tail hiking up slightly as the teacher cupping the horse's butt felt his butt cheeks part and the tip of something press into the middle of her palm.
Her eyes lit up at the feeling of the bulge in the horse's school pants pressing against her hand. Then suddenly with another push it was beginning to grow. A firm roundness pushed into her palm, the pressing force beginning to move her hand away from holding the horse's rear, now just horse manure behind trouser and underwear fabric.

With a quick huff Jager, grunted again, another firm round mass of horse manure slowly pushing it's way behind the last.
Tain watched from further back of the class as he could now see the quite clear curvature of the horse's behind tenting out into the teacher's hand. The students of the class were delighted at the display.
Then with one final grunt, Jager pushed, a muffled farm behind the pounds of manure in his pants solidly squeaking into a last push that managed to push out and round off the horse's already reasonably filled pants until Mrs Clover was left holding the weight of it in her hand.
“Oh my!” She exclaimed, before Jager turned to give the teacher a warm and modest smile to announce his completion of the “presentation.”
The students began to clap, of course starting with Dill. The teacher too, taking her hand off the heavy warm sag to clap for the horse who simply did nothing more than a toddler might.
“I can't fault such a sag, really. A solid A+ again, Jager.” Mrs Clover jotted in her notes as the horse smuggly took his cargo hauling stride back towards the back of the class, turning the heads of every student as he passed.
“He's so good at pooping his pants!” One of the class members murmured in cup hands to their friend next to them.

Tain sighed, as the horse pulled out his stool and lined up his bulge with it, before shifting his weight down to sit with a squish that slowly pushed it all to every place it could.
The horse reeked like a barn, and Tain knew he'd have to endure it for the rest of the lesson.
But wait... If the horse was able to just poop his pants in front of the class and get celebrated for it, then surely Tain could just... He couldn't believe he was thinking such things, but there was no way the horse would allow Tain to just stroll out to relieve himself in the toilets.
“This horse made such a biiiiig mess in his pants.” Jager said to Tain as he sat his head upon his hand and looked into the tiger's begging eyes.
“But it was all for my presentation you see.” Jager explained, Tain didn't like the fine print the horse was seemingly beginning to lay down.
“I'm sure your presentation on yoga positions will be a good one.” The horse added. Yoga? What did the horse... and then it hit Tain. His presentation was on Yoga poses, the horse was right! Something before the horse explained it to him made him believe it was something entirely different, science related. Tain almost wanted to thank the horse for reminding him. But how was Tain possibly going to do the presentation without having an accident? A part of him wanted to give in, face the music, but another part wanted to endure, to ruin the horse's fun and just get through the class.
“I'm sure your slides will be great!” The horse finished, uncharacteristically spurring on the tiger.
My... then Tain though about his presentation, the memory stick in his pocket.
Why the hell did he make a presentation on Mitochondria? What was wrong with him? How could he...?
“Tain? Would you like to give your presentation?” Mrs Clover interjected in his thoughts, causing a well of panic in him.
He felt something slip in his stomach, a soft fart becoming more solid before he jolted up, quickly standing to his feet with a loud scrape of the stool against the classroom floor, getting everyone's attention. He held his butt, checking for damage. A close call, but he was barely holding it together.
“Y-Yes miss!” Tain obeyed, slowly making his way to the front with a clenched jaw and a clenched ass. Students murmured and whispered to one another, making inaudible jokes at the pussy cat's expense.
Tain reached the front, the stink of Jager still lingering at the front also, reminding him of his trial to come.
He put his memory stick in the computer, crossing his legs and squirming his toes. This was the slowest computer Tain had ever had to deal with, at least it seemed that way as he waited for the PC to pick up the media.
Finally there it was, his presentation in the folder aptly marked “presentation”.
Then he opened it up.
His fears were real. The title slide clearly showing the presentation was about Mitochondria. What a fool!
“I'm- I'm sorry...” Tain blurted as his insides churned, having to clench shut the firm beginning of a mess over and over. “I must have brought the wrong memory stick.” Tain lied to try and make sense of his stupidity.
The teacher obviously looked at Tain confused, expecting the presentation about Mitochondria.
“It's okay. I think I remember all the notes.” Tain lied again. Of course he had never done any notes, he hadn't done the right presentation at all.
Tain came to position himself at the middle of the front of the class, trying to appear like he had everything together.
“Okay Tain. Go ahead then.” Mrs Clover said warmly, expecting the presentation on Mitochondria she had him marked down for.

“Yoga is a great way to... um- to un-tense muscles and- and get blood flowing.” Tain started. The class rightfully began chuckling to themselves. Who would do this presentation in a science class? Surely this wasn't what was assigned.
“It can be as simple as squats like-” And then right as Tain was about to do a squat he realised, this would be how he was going to go out. He had to be careful.
He bent his knees slightly but even that seemed to be enough.
He felt his asshole widen as a log steadily slid it's way into his underwear.

It's okay, maybe they wont notice, I'll just have to work it out after the presentation. Tain tried to comfort himself as he involuntarily made fart sounds while he couldn't help but continue to have an accident in his quickly bulging trousers.
Tain noticed Mrs Clover darting her eyes to his rear, noticing the gross sounds. Tain tried swivelling slightly so she couldn't possible see.
“Are you... having an accident, dear?” Tain heard the horrible, accusing words come out of the teacher's mouth as he gave in and pushed feeling the sweet release, the seat of his pants getting heavier and heavier.
Tain wasn't sure how he should respond, he felt like a toddler that got caught out. The class were getting to their feet and straining their necks to try and get a view of the tiger's growing mess.

“Y-yes miss.” He admitted, still squatting down.

“Hah!” Jager pierced the chaos with a laugh. “Poor Tain forgot to put on his diapers this morning, far too much of a pants pooper to be in big boy undies!” Jager mocked.
Mrs Clover's face turned to that of a disappointed scowl.

“Tain, why are you not wearing your diapers?” She wagged her finger at the cat.
“But I don't!-” Tain tried to explain he didn't need them.
“Oh yes you do, Tain. You know you should be in your nappy to stop things like this happening.” She continued, now standing over him.
Tain felt a strange childlike want to bawl like a baby at having been found having an accident well up in him, as the class laughed and joked at his expense.

“Now, off to the nurse to get this mess sorted.” Mrs Clover ordered, pulling Tain up straight.

“What a baby!” Jager added before shifting his weight slightly and making a loud but muffled bubbly fart in his heavily soiled pants.
Tain was raging inside at the injustice but it was taken over by the humbling treatment he was receiving from the teacher.
Tain defeatedly made a waddle towards the door, showing his bulge to all in the class as he tried to cover it with his hand, only making the roar of laughter from the class renew.

With his integrity lost he quietly closed the door behind him, off on his march down to the nurse's office unsure what to say to them when he gets there.

“Alright! Potty break time! Let's all go potty in our pants!” He heard Jager announcing from behind the closed door, much to an audible agreeance from the rest of the class.

“I hate that asshole....”