A Revealing Conversation

Daria slumped down, grateful for being away from the accusatory eyes of her peers but dejected at the experience all the same. She gave a heavy sigh, massaging her temples.

Blake looked over at her, 'Headache?'

Daria squirmed slightly in her seat, she didn't want to lie to him, but equally perhaps a guy who she'd given a titjob to in a stupor wasn't the best person to discuss her issues with. She shook her head, 'No, it's not that...' She debated again for a moment, before deciding. What the hell, this guy had already been as intimate as anyone with her, maybe telling someone would be good. 'It's just how everyone's acting that’s all. Don't get me wrong not getting felt up every time I go to class isn't a big deal, but did you see how the look at me? They avoid me like I've- Like I've,' She struggled to find the words, 'Like I've insulted their mothers or something.'

Blake looked taken aback, his eyebrows raised, 'Looking at you? I thought they were looking at me.'

She shook her head again, 'No. I told you. It's ever since I got back to class from the medical wing. Everyone avoids me and looks at me strange. You forgot!' She felt offended.

Blake looked suitably chastised, his face falling. 'Sorry... I just get it often as well, that's all.'

She narrowed her eyes as she responded to what he said, was he teasing her? Taking the mickey? 'Why would they be looking at you?' She was curious to hear his explanation.

Blake shrugged, 'They always look at me like that.' He saw her expression still one of puzzlement. 'I'm a prefect, a poster and a... well... larger horse,' and the other thing, he thought, 'It kind of sets me apart.' He took a seat opposite her.

She was satisfied he was being sincere, his voice held the weight of truth. She still found her interest unsated, 'What was it like then? For you early on, I mean. How were your years here?'

His lips curled into a slight smile as he reminisced. 'It wasn't all that bad I guess. I'm sure it was very different to your experience so far.' He sat back, as if preparing to recount some long-told legend. She supposed in a sense it wasn't too inaccurate to the situation, as he continued his story, 'My first year was, let’s say interesting. I was just as big then as I am now, maybe a few inches shorter and like everyone else I'd never experienced free use before. I didn't really know what it was about, and I certainly wasn't used all that much to begin with. Early on, you mainly interact with other people in your year, so none of us had privileges anyway. When we did come i to contact with others... Well... I think I scared most of them off. Being guy helped too. Most people aren't gay, and even us bisexuals tend to have a preference-'

Daria couldn't help but interject, 'You're bi?'

Blake nodded, 'It's not much of a problem, most guys get used to getting or giving blowjobs, it's usually just a matter of politeness.' He paused to think for a moment. 'In any case, I'm getting ahead of myself. Over time, people got more used to me and I got more of the F&R experience. What can I say? It was freeing, getting jerked off between classes, giving blowjobs, hell dome of the ore bold people would ask for a fuck. The thing about this free use deal, is it works because of respect. Sometimes boundaries get pushed, favoring someone’s preference over another, like you and the Bucks spanking you...' Daria blushed, '...or different sexual preferences, but at the end of the day, you aren't being cruel. You're not inflicting punishment. You're not the DO.'

Daria cut in again, 'Did you ever get sent to the DO?'

Blake gave a noncommittal handwave, 'Technically? No. But I have gotten close once, and I did go through it voluntarily.' He saw Daria's eyes widen in surprise, 'It was part of my Prefect training. Know what you might condemn someone too.'

Daria looked on expectantly. At this point her prior awkwardness and misery had gone, replaced with a burning inquisitiveness. 'And? You can't just leave it there! What happened?' She asked.

Blake snorted, 'What happened? What happened was I got spankings while they toyed with my dick.' He grimaced and for a moment, she thought she saw his eyes darken, but it was for so litttle time she must have been imagining it. 'It was far less pleasant than it sounds, and I got the lighter punishment. They have some real hardcore stuff in there. It's not a place you want to go, certainly not for anything serious. I wouldn’t have thought you'd be interested in such things though. Bit perverted to ask. You're more like your sister than you let on!' he teased.

Daria, red-faced, spluttered, 'No, I was just curios that's all. I just wanted to know!'

Blake laughed, 'Don't worry I'm just messing with you.' Daria gave him a playful glare and he held up his hands apologetically.

'Now, where was I? Ah yes, year two. As a seconder, I finally got privileges. You might think you'd be groping every breast, sucking every nipple, spanking every ass and stroking every cock you came across, but really it wasn't like that at all. I was never very promiscuous anyway, but te simple fact was you didn't have all that much time to mess around like that. Sure, in your free periods you could let off some steam, but that was about it. I really used my privileges to instruct freshers on what it would be like. That was probably the best year. People were still wary of me, but I broke down those walls. I made a few girls cum, gave a few straight guys blowjobs... Got a few blowjobs from them too. It's surprising were manners can get you. Although technically I didn't have to ask, I always gave them a genuine choice. I suppose that's why they wanted to make me a Prefect, despite all the ostracization I still got a decent reputation.' She saw his smile fade, and his eyes grew sad, 'It was the right decision, becoming a Prefect. Someone needs to give out fair punishments and save the fools from the DO. And I won't lie, I did enjoy being in control. Some people were fun to punish and I always tried to be proportionate, but it put a wall between me and everyone else. Just like being a Poster. Just like being a horse. Just like being a giant. They're all barriers. The dew friends I did have suddenly didn't want to hang out anymore...' There was a noticeable tremble to his voice as spoke, 'I was lonely.'

Daria was speechless, shocked at his revelation. He seemed so in control, so on top of everything. Untouchable, unaffable. Yet here he was, seemingly on the verge of tears. 'I- I'm sorry to hear that. I never thought...' She tailed off. She never thought what? She'd only known him for two weeks.

He shook his head and smiled sadly, 'It's all right. You don't need to feel sorry for me. I know you didn't ask to hear my sad tale.' He reached out a hand and placed his hand over hers. His palm completely covered hers, and she could feel the warmth of his fingers. 'I just want you to know. I know what isolation is like. If it carries on and you need someone to talk to...' He withdrew his hand before adding, '...and don't feel like you have to take the shit the Bucks make you put up with. You may want whatever, but they don't have to make you uncomfortable for you to get what you want. Just let them know what you don't want, and they might just surprise you. That's why F&R works.'

Daria bit her lip, her face warming again. 'I mean- Well... I- Umm.'

'What?'

She took a breath. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this, but in all honesty, it felt... Right. He had opened up to her a lot, she could open up a little. 'Well, the thing is, they were kind of right.'

Blake raised an eyebrow, 'What do you mean?'

Daria's scratched her ears, her snout quivering, 'I- I mean the Bucks. What they did. I kind of enjoyed it.'

Blake wore a look of utter surprise, 'What? The spankings? The insults? You actually enjoyed having sex like that?' Perhaps his questions were a little personal and accusatory, but he was acting on impulse now.

Daria looked away, nodding, her face burning. 'I mean don't get me wrong, I think I'd prefer knowing it wasn't malicious. They sometimes spanked me too hard, or their insults rung with a little too much conviction, but it did turn me on.' Speaking of which... She shifted in her chair, remembering the experience she felt a spark of arousal down there. 'Also, we never actually had sex. I mean, I've never actually had sex. They were happy just to... You know... Rub their dicks on me.' She looked over, her embarrassment deepening as she saw the Stallion enraptured by her words.

It was Blake's turn to the inquisitive one. His questioning tone was more measured than his expression however, 'You've never had sex?' His question was rhetorical. He shook his head in disbelief. 'I mean I knew you were shyer than Lexi but, there's no way she’s was a virgin before she came here, no offence. I just assumed...'

Daria smiled cheekily, 'What? Just because my sister sleeps around, I have to be a slut too?' She winced slightly at her choice of words, Lexi didn't deserve that, but at the same time she found herself hoping to goad Blake into dirty talk. She wanted him too, shyness be dammed.

For his part, it was Blake's turn to blush, 'No! Not at all! I never meant to-'

Daria gave a hearty, snorting, laugh, catching the Stallion of guard and interrupting his apology. 'Guess I'm not the only one who can be teased a bit.' She smirked at him.

He rolled his eyes. 'I suppose I deserved that.' He glanced at the clock on the wall, they had been sitting and chatting for nearly thirty minutes. 'Hmm, time is flying. We should probably get some work done.'

His change of subject was abrupt. 'Oh...' the disappointment was evident in her tone.

Blake shot her a questioning look, 'Did you not want to? I thought you wouldn’t want to be kept side-tracked. I-'

He stopped because Daria had put a trembling finger on his lips. She had climbed up onto the table, who whole body shaking with nerves. ‘Actually,’ She smiled coyly, he cheeks flushing, ‘Although I did plan to do some studying. I-‘ She cleared her throat. Her lips felt dry. ‘I have something else in mind now…’