School Life -- Day 2 -- The Dare Game
Erick could not sleep, no matter what he tried. Between the heat of the building, being away from home for the first time, and being in the room of a strange boy, his brain would not stop rolling around.
He had spent some time sitting out in the common room, staring at the blank TV hoping that he could pretend he was watching TV and that would put him to sleep. That hadn't worked so then he walked around the dorms a few times trying to wear himself out. Nothing doing on that plan either. Finally, he had given up, gotten himself a bottle of water and sat sipping on it to try and cool his body off.
Erick finished off the bottle of water and tossed it into the garbage can that was near the door to the room. He went back and laid down in bed, pulling the thin sheet over himself and again tried closing his eyes. This time Erick started to feel drowsy, and for a moment sleep was beginning to come on. Of course, that plan was foiled when his bladder decided that the water he had drank needed to be emptied out. He let out a soft growl of frustration, as he sat up in bed.
The growl was louder than Erick had intended. It was loud enough, in fact, to cause Cliff to look over towards Erick. "Can't sleep?" Cliff asked, his voice dripping with sleep.
"Sorry," Erick said as he tossed the sheet off of his body. "Didn't mean to wake you. No...can't sleep. Been up all night." He left out the part about needing to pee being a culprit.
"We could play a game," Cliff yawned. He sat up in bed and scratched his belly which Erick noticed was fully exposed. "Maybe that will help?"
Erick was torn. He needed to pee, but he didn't want to just walk away. He had just woken Cliff up, after all. Maybe if it was a quick game, Erick could play it before the ache in his bladder went beyond just an annoyance. "What game?" Erick asked.
"What game..." Cliff said, his voice trailing off. "What game..." he said again, head tilting. His brows lifted and he smiled. "How about...Dare?"
"Dare?" Erick asked trying to think if he had ever heard of a game called Dare. His mind returned a 'not found' error after rolling the name over a few times. "What's that?"
"Well," Cliff said as he sat up in bed. He was wearing just a pair of boxer-briefs, a tiny bulge visible at the front of the briefs. "It's like Truth or Dare but only the dare part."
Truth or Dare? There was another game that Erick had never heard of. Again Erick debated excusing himself to use the bathroom but after checking his bladder's pressure decided he could wait another few minutes. "How do you play?"
Erick's question caused Cliff to chew on his lip. He rubbed his muzzle a few times before his face lit up. "Okay, here are the rules. First of all the dare has to be something you would do as well. No fair daring someone to do something you would never do. The dare cannot involve eating anything because that would be gross. And, finally, the dare cannot be something that could get us in trouble. What do you think?"
"Sounds all right," Erick replied. Another check of pressure revealed that his bladder was getting a bit more insistent but still manageable. "How long does this game take?"
"Depends on the dare," Cliff said with a shrug. "Could take a minute, or could take an hour. Why?"
"Cause I gotta go to the bathroom," Erick said softly. "Don't wanna have to stop the game for that. Let me go do that and then we can play, all right?"
"All right," Cliff said, and then he giggled. "No, wait. Since this is my game, I get to go first." Cliff got up out of bed and settled on Erick's bed. "I dare you to pee with me watching. Right here, in this room."
"What?" Erick said, a little louder than he intended but not loud enough for it to leak out the closed door. "In this room? Not the bathroom? In front of you? We can't do that." I can't do that, Erick thought.
"Sure we can," Cliff said with a grin covering his muzzle. "I drank that sports drink and the bottle is still in the trash. That has a big opening and holds a lot of liquid. You could use that and then empty it out."
Erick couldn't believe what he was being asked to do. First, peeing in a bottle would be embarrassing enough judging by a couple of urine tests he had done in the past. But add to that someone watching and that would just increase the embarrassment ten-fold. "I...I don't know Cliff. I mean...yea I gotta go but...I mean..." Erick wasn't sure what to say. His brain hadn't even managed to process everything yet.
"Oh, come on," Cliff said as he walked over and pulled the large bottle from the trash. "It's not a big deal, right? Just peeing. And maybe it will be fun. Besides, remember the rules. You can't dare something you wouldn't do. I'd do it."
Erick looked at the bottle in near horror. He stood there trying to think of any excuse that he couldn't do this. As he was thinking, he noticed a slight change to Cliff's scent. The light musk was still there, but there was a...spiciness behind that musk. Far from unpleasant. In fact, it was a scent that Erick found quite enjoyable. He thought for another moment before an idea came to him. "Okay, if I do this then I dare you to let me umm...share your bed. Yea, share your bed."
That caused a look of confusion to cross Cliff's face but that confusion soon faded. "Okay, deal. Think it might help ya sleep, or something?"
"Yea, that's it," Erick lied. Erick took the bottle from Cliff looking at it. Erick would more than fit in the top, that's for sure, but how could he do this? Erick would have to hold the bottle and himself, as well. He did a few practice scenarios in his head before he realised the only way this could work, without risking a mess, would be to drop his pants and boxers so he wouldn't have to hold them down in front. "You cannot laugh," Erick said, sternly.
"I wasn't going to laugh," Cliff said, and Erick believed him. "So...you going to do it or are you going to chicken out?"
Erick set the bottle down, after unscrewing the cap. After a moment of willing himself, he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers bringing his small canid sheath to view. The fur covering his sheath was the same brown as his body fur, with a small black spot at the tip which was slightly split open, a little pink visible. His sheath was still tight against his abdomen which would make this all the more challenging.
"It always like that?" Cliff asked pointing to Erick's sheath. "I mean pressed up against you like that?"
Erick's ears turned a bright red in blush. He went to say yes, but he found that he couldn't speak. Instead, he nodded and picked up the bottle. Again a few more practice scenarios went through his mind before he finally settled on how to manage this. He pushed his sheath down until it was pointing somewhat towards the floor which caused a little more pink to peek out. He shoved his sheath down into the opening of the bottle and then released the pressure on his sheath which caused it to press against the side of the container. It wasn't painful, and it gave him both paws free to hold the bottle. Now, the fun part: getting his bladder to let go.
There was a giggle from Cliff, but he quickly stifled it. "Sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to laugh." Cliff retreated slightly, giving Erick a little breathing space. "It was just the way you did that. I will be quiet, I promise."
Erick glared at Cliff and shook his head. He was just about to call off this whole thing because of the giggle, but at that moment his bladder decided to let go of its first squirt. The yellow liquid ran down the side of the bottle and dripped down to the bottom of the container. A second squirt followed, and after Erick squeezed his abdominal muscles, a stream finally started, the liquid splattering into the bottle. Erick let out a content sigh as a shiver ran up his spine.
"That is so cool," Cliff exclaimed as he moved in close to watch the stream. "You need to drink more, though," he commented. "Yellow like that isn't good."
Once Erick's stream was going on its own with no help from him, he glared at Cliff. "I drink enough, thank you." He couldn't help but be a little proud at Cliff's exclamation, though. He never really thought of peeing as anything more than just peeing. To hear someone say him peeing was cool caused a little pride. "Thanks." Then he thought of something. "What do we do with this? What if someone smells pee on it?"
"You finish, put the cap on it, and set it to the side. We can dump it in the morning, and no one is going to sniff the garbage." Cliff giggled at that thought. "That wasn't a laugh at you. Silly thought that someone would sniff the garbage, though."
Erick giggled, as well. It was a bit of a stupid thought, he had to admit. He noticed that the spiciness of Cliff's scent had increased just a little. Erick took in a deep breath to enjoy the smell just as his stream died off. He got a few more squirts and then very carefully rubbed the base of his sheath to get whatever was left. Erick let out a sigh of relief, sliding the bottle off his sheath which quickly returned to its default position. He screwed the cap on the bottle tight, and after pulling up his boxers and pants, he set it on the sink. "My side of the dare done?" he asked.
Cliff nodded as he climbed back into bed. "It is. All right, now my side of the bargain...even though this was Dare and not Deal." He shifted around on the bed until his back pressed against the wall, leaving enough room for the smaller jackal to climb in. He yanked the sheet up and laid his head on the pillow, his eyes closing. "Climb in. And goodnight."
Erick contorted himself into the chinchilla's bed and managed to get some of the pillow to lay his head on. He yanked the sheet up over himself and then snuggled up against Cliff. His muzzle nestled in against the taller boy's chest and Erick's nose was filled with the scent Erick had caught during the game, only much stronger. "You smell nice," Erick murmured as he shifted again to keep his bottom from hanging off the bed. It wasn't long before Erick was finally able to fall asleep...with the help of Cliff's scent which slowly lost its spiciness but maintained that musky scent that Erick had found interesting when he first scented it.